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370 A Face to Meet the Faces Something Might Be Gaining on You Steven D. Schroeder That’s not my name, I told the neighbors When I fell and they found me calling Happy, that’s my Dachsie mix, Gone up sixteen years this Sunday. Are you my son? If so, which one? No, I named my sons James and Jacob And James, the oldest, who stole my mail Except the bills, so we’re not speaking. Though Doctor Blake made me promise To take those pills, I flushed them because He’s a black. I looked back but couldn’t see The voice who whispered Hello, Crazy Lee. Anyway, that’s not my name. ...

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