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I Used To Be

Gerald Zipper


Back in those days
I would strut
proud as a bantam
fierce as a tiger
stared down hte gimlet eye of death
grappled the burning day
assailed the rounding wind
ran the murderous mile in a joyful sprint
I was a lucky lover
passionate as a forest fire
gentle as the preening dove
soft as teh down
romantic as a Russian symphony
melodious as a Puccini opera
back in those days
remember?

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