Alan Dugan

(12 February 1923 - 3 September 2003 / New York City, New York)

Elegy


I know but will not tell
you, Aunt Irene, why there
are soap suds in the whiskey:
Uncle Robert had to have
A drink while shaving.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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