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     I was 48 and had survived countless failed relationships.  I quit trying and wasn't looking.  My friend dragged me to see a band.  Joey and her girlfriend only wanted Mothers cookies from next door to the club.  Then I saw her dancing alone and barefoot.  One month later these words came to me effortlessly.

     I closed my teeth into a roll with frosting it was warm and safe and good and I thought of you in the rain and the miles passed under our feet  where honor and truth and agony have set up shop with a placard of steel over the door that drips loudly in winter and warms your family in summer never waning and we were young and strong and proud and vibrant and the miles passed under our feet nibbling comfortably at all but faith then by happenstance or cookies who knows alone I see you dance and the frosting is thick and rich and sweet and I think of you and I cry finally I'm in love!    Tommy Joe Kelly

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