"The generals hate holidays. Others shoot up to chase the sun blues away. Another store front church is open. Sea of neon lights. A boxer, his shadow fights. Soldier tired and sailor broken. Winter's asleep at my window. Cold wind waits at my door. She asks me up to her place but I won't be down anymore."
January 1, 1970
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