What He Taught Me Then Is What Remains Still

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He couldn’t tell me his name.
He could barely speak at all.
But he sang at me.
Man could he sing.
A natural baritone who could,
For a few moments at least,
Cast out the wheezing,
The seizures,
The fits of choking

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