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Poem by Richard L. Ratliff
I'll be damned. T. S. I'll be damned if I need to roll up my pants I'll wear socks with sandals and eat lobster claws: No I'll rage rage against the dying of fashion laws I have learned which way to pee out the car window Time is passing : not leaden stepping But sprinting on winged feet, Quick silver slipping by. I'm
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