Change For Margaret & Porter	use to be eye would be lying there in margaret's lap, longside her sweet soft thighs, on sunday mornings, sipping champagne, sucking on her soft, open lips drinking in the love from her moist, brown eyes now, porter's there, giggling, twenty month old squirming squeals-a tiny, spitting image of me- his eyes kissing everyone, including me, & me? well, yall, eye'm sitting here, apart from them hungry, alone, in my favorite chair watching television & watching them, watching me Quincy Troupe
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