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When She Stood In The Moon    (Continued)

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But the music isn't clear anymore, and I wonder
if Rudy Weidoeft ever married. Maybe he did; maybe
she left him before the alcohol even started.
My uncle's bouquet is cherry red and blue, like if I placed it to my lips
some tie-dye mark would stain my tongue for good. The woman
that is not quite his wife is smiling for the longest time before
the morgue insists she carry his purple neck-tie. We sing “Amazing Grace,” and
bless the stars that never looked over him

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