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The darkness dawn receding In my brain tame to the moon Which shined in my face last night at 3 a.m. A God like Brigitte Bardot why Didn’t Warhol do Bardot? Jack Kennedy would have she was born in Paris, France, Where Billy goats roam Montparnasse buying drawings by Modigliani in Cafes all drunk On [...]

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Give me discipline I write 49 on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, Where van Gogh labored in His depression without Tylenol and Prozac And a mad psychiatrist trying more drugs give Him Lithium too make his hands Tremble In the name of modern medicine the shrinks are Neanderthal