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Once The Best.
Time was spent with this red-headed woman, many hours, days, weeks, months, and fast

they did go. Close encounters we had many, very close encounters. We felt justice was in

our incentives; nights ran by when we were alone engaging trust and harmony. Parallel people

share some of the same close encounters; hoping to never become once the best.

Once The Best.

*Written Feb 3.1979. Strange this is the only poem I kept from that terrible year, my Mom

and a best friend died later that year.

For Sue Peoples.

By Truenobleman

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