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Visitations

stared until all the wallflowers were watching me

and then, bug-eyed, I called you Angel

of Experience.

Eddy, my AWOL friend, said

"What?" said: "Nobody sees the likes-a HER

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anymore." Said: "Man, yer dreamin'!"

That night Eddy scored

ii

'n left me "drunk and screaming at angels treading

the highway florescence outside the post gates,"

according to the MP report that morning.

iii

I've seen you elsewhere as here in Boston's

Harvard Gardens, alright. I've seen you: but you're

not the girl, the girl especial, the go-go

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