Lew Welch (August 16, 1926 — May 23, 1971 / Phoenix, Arizona)
Last night Magda dreamed that she,
you, Jack, and I were driving around
We parked in Florence and left
our dog to guard the car.
She was worried because he
doesn't understand Italian.
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