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Last Rites


  I’ve known beauty almost impossible To believe, nearly always lost amid All the usual distractions. Deadlines loom. Taxes come due. Birthdays pass. Debts double. But once a bright and late summer sun filled The air, angling astonishingly through a room   Filled with music, some old heart-aching song, And there was my son, not […]

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