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Wandering
on Magnificent Mile
I
saw you on the corner of
Michigan
and Deerborne,
Cut my palm, licked your neck, touched your breast
..And, let it bleed. My father
was a gentleman too.
You said it made us married but I don’t know about that.
I just saw your pretty reflection in the glass of the Bistrot
And wandered to Channel at the Drake to buy you a warm hat.
J.
Conte`
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