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  • There was a time of record players
    and vacuumed carpets
    (I can still feel the secret pleasure of its burn)

    There was a time of speckled mirrors
    and glasses etched golden with whiskey
    (A ruby gold its fiery smell)

    There was a time of perfectly defined lawns
    and casual young maples
    (The leaves in fall curling and crunching)

    There was a time of tuna casseroles
    and of car hoods waxed to reflect the bloom and blush of skies
    (Lemon wax pastes the tongue)

    And there was a time of bodies scarletted
    by open hands and closed fists
    (When the guests arrive, we quickly adjust.)
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