A VINTAGE VOICE
You speak down the telephone,
your voice is like wine
flowing down the line,
pouring along the grapevine.
I love your tone, yes love your tone;
it's in my veins and heart's-home.
ICE AND FIRE
One extreme
leads to the other.
Of Far Left and Far Right
I am no brother.
States own no man,
whatever the weather.
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