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NO ONE EVER FELT SO BEAUTIFUL
OR SO ALONE
You are the myth of the media
You live in the tedium
The world has no message
No fingers closing
On your tightly wrapped brain
Sequencing the future
A platinum record
Spinning on the turntable
A side car by Bentley
Moon walk McCartney
Lamenting the loss of the dancer
Who made ivory tinkle
With the touch of Thelonious
Male, driven, ego, conscious
Until she said yes
He persisted with compliments
The wizard of the ideal
A delivery of ecstasy in the mail
Legal and fully stamped
All you do is open up to the trance
A gender all of your own
No one ever felt so beautiful
Or so alone
You smile back tenderly
As each walks by gingerly
You, in a baby stroller
Looking up
They are so much older
And you, baby doll, haven’t aged
Even though you told us all
That an angel would visit us this fall
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