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I have the same
birthday as John
Milton. Did
you know that?
So I don’t have to
write long poems about
heaven &
hell—everything’s
been lost in my lifetime
& I’m usually blind
drunk
and not so serious
either. However . . .
when I am nearly dead
will you read to me
in bed? Will you pre-
tend to be my daughter
or my wife, Whoever
will you crawl in
& die with Me?
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