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Ronald Wilson Reagan B. 2.6.1911 Tampico, Illinois / D. 6.5.2004 Los Angeles Alzheimer�s disease You shook your indifferent wattles or was that the wind shaking them the wind or a breath, held then expelled by your handmaidens, handlers, or grooms.
Your mane was pomaded, silk-heavy; it fell in thick locks, when required to, over your brow, like a blessing� or was it disguising your brow: High in the mind�s eye, in memory high in fact not so. Your brow was narrow.
You tossed your pomaded wattles and narrowed your eyes and in fact there was a pile of corpses in the street and maybe more than one; your eyelids like phone books, like rolls of roofing lead: That heavy. You narrowed your bright eyes but they kept rolling. Consolation Site: Fiddle, Fit as
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