University of Nevada Las Vegas - Epilogue Yearbook (Las Vegas, NV)

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To my wife, the dancer When I can write a line that matches strengt And beauty with the lines you shove in spac As if the air were spinning clay, your lengthw Of limbs a potter's fingers finding place - Bands of gold bind shrewder buyers; past tr Watchman of desire I've typed and sent a Final message: I have found at last the Bella donna della mia mente. Why, now my words can tie a knot so strong No Alexander's sword could cut it through. No Socrates could argue you were wrong To keep me near enough to breathe on you Bruce Bebb

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hy do I see-me as others see me? hey don't know who I am, . nd Neither do I. 'ut at least I know what I'm not. 'm not a thing to be passed about, 'm not a clown to be laughed at, end I'm not one of the crowd . to be misconstrued with others, I am myself! Can't you see me? I am myself, what I was born to be, Different from the rest of you. You are the circus of life, I am the surface beyond you, You are the clowns to be painted each day, I am of another time, another way, I am human, cant you feel me? I guess you can't, you're dead! I am alive. Smokei IO'I

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