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May 13, 2009
    (First printed in Walking Slow, Lazara Press, 1985)

    I am getting smaller.
    Day by day I shrink.
    One day they’ll wipe me off the floor like one of those grease stains
    and will only be surprised to find
    their telexes don’t get sent.

    August, 1978

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