Chester Maynes

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Sonnet of a Superman

I taste your spinach on a Sunday noon
Killing the thought of a sad note letter
It is hurting at our last rocking moon
You tell me of some difficult weather
I am trying this unusual dropp of tears
How calm, how sober, how quiet I am
To cover from and away your years
When at a prior sunset you’re gone
Gone as a swift, swift air of tonight

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