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Seven Decades

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At ten I read Mayakovsky had died,
learned my first word of Russian, lyublyu;
watched my English teacher poke his earwax
with a well-chewed HB and get the class
to join his easy mocking of my essay
where I'd used verdant herbage for green grass.
So he was right? So I hated him!
And he was not really right, the ass.
A writer knows what he needs,
as came to pass.

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Fabrizio Frosini 20 July 2015

I want to catch whatever is there in full sight. the last moment.. to live it at full..

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