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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with the return spirit I welcome thee homing back in the matter of things like a snowstorm overdue For the clouds were long brimming with the pledge of your return 3;. the doors are open long I have awaited this day now it finally comes and, like the sad silent song it plays on my mind and dances in the soul of my senses Sid Paul