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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

James R. Brown

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Sunday Morning

A Sunday morning,
A drunk Sunday morning,
Smoking in my car
At a gas station
Just before dawn,
Feeling at the
End of something,
I turned on the radio.
And there it was, four songs,
Chopin wrote from Polish dances.
The Mazurkas, the man said.
I leaned back in the pleasure of smoke,
My narrow life opening a little.