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1993.
Published by the Many Press this small booklet
contained one poem by Kevin who appeared at
the festival
Living Life
The python self pity
makes me into mouse-bones
though it must be said
I wear it well:
"Good morning Mr. Pinklehofer."
"Nice day Mrs. Bulwinkle."
You see. I've got a smoothy old smile
(in spite of the piles
and the pimple at the base of
my left buttock)
I can turn it on.
And isn't that as life should be lived?
