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in a silent way lenny sings and plays guitar
"oh my bonnie
she lies to me"
his voice is stronger
than his addled body should allow
uneven dark hair clings to his head
like the last leaves of a tree
lingering
before winter takes them all away
he has ninety seven spiral notebooks
crammed with ideas
that will never be fully realized
he shares the last book with a friend
asking, "how would you rate it?"
"three point five," the friend says
having only skimmed a few pages
"five," lenny says
a gentle correction
"this is a good one"
and so is he
if he could only see himself
through the mirror of other eyes
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