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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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pain and suffering where a big man was

the small man with crowsfeet
and wrinkles around his mouth
lay still on his back
with icecubes on his eyes

he muttered in a voice rough with years
and tobacco,
'is this how it goes?'

around his bed
we wept
and answered
with silence.
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