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October 23, 2016


Then conquer we must,
for our cause, it is just,
and this be our motto,
in God is our trust.


Behold she stands beside her inland sea,
Her arms outstretched to welcome you and me;
She aims to be far more than brick and stone,
A victory, a bugle forward blown --
Chicago, Chicago, Chicago is my home!

When you must, you must / dip you big toe / Chicago or bust.
And then came down to the sea, / you and me / sticks and bones / from blowing to blown/ there's no place like home.

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I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark

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