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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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