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Wednesday, December 05, 2012

For William Harold Yates


Dear Billy,
A late night train blew through
And I remembered Casey Jones—and you.
“Mr. Yates, I presume,” I had said when we met;
“Indeed, Ms. Green.” Oh, I’ll never forget.
White squirrels of Kenton and Crockett’s mother’s grave.
Mel Brooks and Birmingham and the great levee save.
There was only one man in that barbershop quartet
Who with one gentle kiss could make me forget.
You know the answer to the question now
And at least I do in part--
You were put here on this earth for me--
To mend my broken heart.
--C.H. Green @ November 7, 2011

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