Non-Erotic PoetryOld Fred BarnesOld Fred Barnes died today
or last night, or yesterday
at least not too long ago
he lived alone you know.
Martha Hawthorne heard his dog
when out this morning on her jog
found him just'a lying there
empty bunch of crumpled clothes
at first she thought
didn't seem a man was there
. . . and maybe not
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