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			<title>[21] &quot;that old man&quot;</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<br /> #119<br /><br />   <strong>&quot;that old man&quot;</strong><br /><br /> <em>for penny</em><br /><br /><br />   robert lowell said, <br /> &quot;living without you<br /> is like learning to walk&quot;<br /><br />   but twice now i&#39;ve had<br /> to learn to walk, &amp; living<br /> without you in my life<br /><br />   is a much harder proposition, <br /> more difficult indeed<br /> than simply growing old alone, <br /><br />   but how old<br /> can a man get<br /> who has already lived twice<br /><br />   as long as he ever in-<br /> tended, every day<br /> is a whole new thing<br /><br />      never before contemplated<br /> or even imagined<br /> but a gift<br /><br />   from the gods<br /> who administer our sentences<br /> with their twisted sense of humor<br /><br />   &amp; when the beatles<br /> asked the question<br /> so long ago, will you still<br /><br />   need me, will you<br /> still feed me<br /> when i&#39;m sixty-four?<br /><br />   the answer<br /> is not at all the one<br /> i had expected, of course, <br /><br />   but i&#39;ll keep on living<br /> as long as i can<br /> &amp; make the most of it<br /><br />      as best as i am able, a-<br /> wash in the love of my daughters<br /> &amp; my incredible granddaughter<br /><br />   &amp; my treasured friends<br /> &amp; countless co-conspirators<br /> wherever i go--<br /><br />   that old man, <br /> still alive &amp; kicking<br /> with both feet<br /><br /><br /><br />     <em>--amsterdam<br /> september 28/<br /> october 2, 2005</em><br /><br /><br />]]></description>
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			<title>[20] &quot;i'll follow you&quot;</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<br /> #40<br /><br />  <strong>&quot;i&#39;ll follow you&quot;</strong><br /><br />   <em>for penny</em><br /><br /><br />    i&#39;ve spent more<br /> than a quarter of a century<br /> with you em-<br /> bedded at the center<br /> of my life, &amp; i&#39;m still<br /><br />   just as crazy<br /> about you as i&#39;ve<br /> always been, even though<br /> we&#39;ve been a-<br /> part these two<br /><br />  &amp; a half years, &amp; you<br /> may never join me<br /> in the life i&#39;m seeking<br /> on the other side<br /> of the atlantic ocean, but now<br /><br />  i&#39;m right here<br /> in the motor city<br /> &amp; you don&#39;t want to see me, <br /> i guess i thought<br /> you would never leave me be-<br /><br />  hind, but how wrong<br /> can a motherfucker be, <br /> &amp; now it would seem<br /> that you ve started<br /> a new life for yourself<br /><br />  without me in it, <br /> &amp; i wouldn&#39;t blame you, <br /> to find another man<br /> who can be there for you<br /> when you need him, &amp; help you<br /><br />  with your troubles, <br /> &amp; hold you<br /> through the cold detroit nights<br /> &amp; bring you the semblance of happiness<br /> i know you deserve -- oh, <br /><br />    if i&#39;ve lost you<br /> i ve lost the love<br /> of my life, heart<br /> of my heart, lover<br /> of my wildest dreams, <br /><br />  forgiver of my trespasses, <br /> faithful wife &amp; companion<br /> &amp; partner in crime<br /> as long as you could stand it, <br /> you&#39;ve followed me so long<br /><br />  against all possible odds<br /> &amp; i can feel you turning a-<br /> way from me<br /> although not a word<br /> has been spoken<br /><br />  but if you don&#39;t want me<br /> i won&#39;t stand in your way, <br /> if i can&#39;t make it be right<br /> &amp; there&#39;s no happy ending<br /> to our protracted romance<br /><br />  i wish you the best, <br /> my baby, <br /> all the best of everything<br /> i wish i could give you<br /> for the rest of your life<br /><br /><br /><br />    <em>--detroit<br /> august 20/30-31, 2005/<br /> amsterdam<br /> october 10, 2005</em><br /><br /><br />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2005 23:35:19 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>[19] &quot;criss cross&quot;</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<br /> #30<br /><br />  <strong> criss cross </strong><br /><br />  <em>for penny, <br /> on our 15th wedding anniversary</em><br /><br /><br />   ever since that night<br /> at cobb&#39;s corner<br /> in 1979, when i saw you criss-<br /><br />  crossing the floor, your perfect ass a-<br /> swing &amp; a-sway, oh<br /> it was love<br /><br />  at first sight, &amp; i ve stayed that way<br /> through all the crazy changes<br /> we managed to endure, criss-<br /><br />  crossing in &amp; out <br /> of each other&#39;s lives, splitting up<br /> &amp; coming back together <br /><br />  so many times, until we were joined <br /> as husband &amp; wife at last<br /> on that bright first day of 1989 <br /><br />  &amp; 15 years later, i still love you <br /> more every day, &amp; i ll keep on loving you<br /> as long as i have life<br /><br />  &amp; if I have to be so far a-<br /> way from you<br /> on this lucky day, i m out here criss-<br /><br />  crossing the ocean to find<br /> a place where i can bring you<br /> to live out our days together, baby, <br /><br />  <em>oh yeah happily ever after<br /><br /><br /><br />      amsterdam<br /> december 26, 2003/<br />  s-graveland<br /> january 3, 2004/<br /> rotterdam<br /> january 7, 2004</em><br /><br /><br />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2005 23:34:46 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>[18] &quot;sixteen&quot; (&quot;unorthodoxy&quot;)</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<br /> #37<br /><br />  <strong> sixteen </strong><br /><br />  ( unorthodoxy ) <br /><br />  <em>for penny</em><br /><br /><br />   i ve been in love with you<br /> for sixteen years, since the night<br /> i first spotted you<br /> across the room at cobb&#39;s corner<br /><br />  &amp; through all the ups <br /> &amp; downs our course <br /> has laid for us, two headstrong lovers<br /> determined to get what we want<br /><br />  from each other, &amp; from<br /> the world at large, un-<br /> orthodox to the bone<br /> but just as much in love with each other<br /><br />  as any two people can be <br /> baby, now it&#39;s seven years<br /> since our wedding day, &amp; i m more crazy<br /> about you than ever before<br /><br /><br /><br />   <em>french quarter<br /> new orleans<br /> december 22, 1995<br /> for our seventh anniversary</em><br /><br /><br />]]></description>
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			<title>[17] &quot;i didn't know about you&quot;</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<br /> #129<br /><br />   <strong> i didn t know about you </strong><br /><br />  <em>for penny</em><br /><br /><br />   when you thought i<br /> didn t care, &amp; that<br /> i would never<br /> understand<br /><br />  what was wrong<br /> between us, it made me so happy<br /> to show you how i knew<br /> i ve been wrong so long <br /><br />  but i m not too<br /> old to change, nor to learn<br /> to appreciate<br /> how much you mean to me<br /><br />  or to try &amp; make up<br /> for all the wrong i ve done<br /> &amp; put you first for once<br /> in my life oh, now<br /><br />  baby, let me do for you<br /> what you ve done for me so long, <br /> let me put you<br /> above all else, <br /><br />  let me place my faith in you<br /> &amp; please trust me, <br /> baby, don t be afraid, <br /> i won t be wrong no more<br /><br /><br /><br />    <em>after bobby  blue  bland<br /> &amp; walter  wolfman  washington, <br /> decatur street, new orleans<br /> august 17, 1993</em><br /><br /><br />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2005 23:33:28 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>[16] &quot;willow weep for me&quot;</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<br /> #34<br /><br />  <strong> willow weep for me </strong><br /><br />  <em>for penny</em><br /><br /><br />   i know a man who loves you<br /> is a hard thing to give up, <br /> but when the good feeling<br /> is gone, &amp; all you can think of<br /> is how bad things had gotten<br /><br />  &amp; the thought of a future<br /> with the same man<br /> even though he loves you<br /> is a terrifying prospect<br /> because you just don t want him<br /><br />  any more, i know you feel<br /> we ve been through this thing together<br /> too many times<br /> to make it work<br /> if we try it again <br /><br />  five times we ve been in love<br /> &amp; lived as man &amp; wife, <br /> five times we ve split apart <br /> five years since we married, <br /> three months since you went away <br /><br />  now i have to learn to live<br /> without you in my life<br /> though i can t stand to see you go <br /> i m the man who loves you, <br /> but baby don t want me no more<br /><br /><br /><br />   <em>superior street<br /> detroit<br /> july 26, 1993</em><br /><br /><br />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2005 23:32:50 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>[15] &quot;bye-ya&quot;</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<br /> #43<br /><br />  <strong> bye-ya </strong><br /><br />  <em>for my daughter sunny<br /> on her 24th birthday</em><br /><br /><br />   in the middle<br /> of my 50th<br /> year on this planet,<br /> each one of them spent<br /> in the great lake state<br /> of michigan, once &amp; future o-<br /> jibway territory, &amp; my only home<br /><br />  in this world to date <br /> in this 50th year<br /> it is time<br /> to leave behind the land<br /> of my humble ancestors<br /> &amp; resettle in the southland<br /> of my sunniest dreams <br /><br />  so let me say my goodbyes<br /> to harrison &amp; clare, <br /> ubly, kinde &amp; port austin, <br /> owosso, wyandotte, berkley &amp; flint, <br /> davison, albion, beloved detroit, <br /> the house of correction, <br /> ann arbor, jackson &amp; marquette <br /><br />  &amp; while my darling sunny<br /> &amp; my dear mother elsie<br /> must be left behind, &amp; all the family<br /> of my wife&#39;s left in detroit, <br /> we re moving out<br /> &amp; heading south, to where the weather<br /> better suits our clothes<br /><br />  &amp; the sunshine we seek<br /> may bring warmth to our bones<br /> &amp; help mend our broken hearts, <br /> where the music that fills up the very air<br /> will heal our aches &amp; pains<br /> &amp; the ancestral spirits of the city<br /> we wish to adopt as our own<br /><br />  may lend us the balm of hope<br /> for our sorely battered temperaments aww, <br /> c mon, baby, it&#39;s time for us to go<br /> way down behind the sun<br /> to the land of new orleans <br /> time to leave all our winters behind<br /> &amp; lift our spirits up to the southern sky<br /><br /><br /><br />   <em> edward blackwell tribute  <br /> riverboat hallelujah<br /> new orleans jazz &amp; heritage festival<br /> may 4, 1991/<br /> harmonie park<br /> detroit<br /> may 25, 1991</em><br /><br /><br />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2005 23:32:20 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>[14] &quot;just one way to say) i love you&quot;</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<br /> #118<br /><br />  <strong> (just one way to say) i love you </strong><br /><br />  <em>for penny, on our wedding day</em><br /><br /><br />   you thought this day<br /> would never come, <br /> that we would stand up here<br /> in front of our friends<br /><br />  as husband &amp; wife, ex-<br /> changing vows of fidelity<br /> &amp; connubial bliss, under the cover<br /> of law, &amp; the church<br /><br />  of universal life, <br /> the blessing<br /> that all four<br /> of our daughters could join us<br /><br />  on this first day<br /> of a bright new year, <br /> blue skies &amp; the promise<br /> that what we start right<br /><br />  here, right now will last<br /> even longer than the time<br /> it&#39;s taken us to get here, in the 10th<br /> year of our struggle<br /><br />  to make it to the altar, <br /> there&#39;s just the one way left<br /> to say i love you<br /> &amp; baby, oh baby, <em>i do! <br /><br /><br /><br />   harmonie park<br /> detroit<br /> january 1, 1989</em><br /><br /><br />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2005 23:31:45 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>[13] &quot;boo boo&quot;s birthday&quot;</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<br /> #135<br /><br />  <strong> boo boo&#39;s birthday </strong><br /><br />  <em>for penny</em><br /><br /><br />   it was the way you came<br /> back to me<br /> on my birthday last year<br /><br />  &amp; how you started<br /> to go away again<br /> when your own birthday<br /> came around <br /><br />  what a pair of bozos, <br /> to go through the changes<br /> we went through last year, <br /><br />  to leave each other once more<br /> &amp; stumble around<br /> like a couple of clowns<br /> until we could see the error<br /><br />  of our ways, <br /> &amp; face the music<br /> only the two of us can make <br /><br />  now i ve passed another birthday, <br /> my 47th, &amp; today<br /> you turn 34, &amp; baby, <br /> i ve never loved you more<br /><br /><br /><br />   <em>harmonie park<br /> detroit<br /> november 1, 1988</em><br /><br /><br />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2005 23:31:04 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>[12] &quot;all alone&quot;</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<br /> #78<br /><br />  <strong> all alone </strong><br /><br />  <em>for penny</em><br /><br /><br />   it&#39;s 4:30 sunday morning in detroit<br /> &amp; the famous coachman<br /> has just made his change<br /> from the blues to music<br /><br />  with a message, but i m still<br /> stuck here all alone<br /> in my room, chest deep<br /> in the blues <br /><br />  you re breaking my heart, <br /> the way you leave me<br /> waiting up for you all night<br /> &amp; not even call me, i know you<br /><br />  got to be trying<br /> to discourage my suit<br /> &amp; dampen my ardor, so i m mad<br /> as a wet hen, &amp; feel so bad<br /><br />  just like a ballgame<br /> on a rainy day, all alone<br /> in my little bitty room<br /> going out of my mind, <br /><br />  daffy as a motherfucking duck<br /> to be so deep in love with you <br /> c mon baby, please send me <br /> some kind of message in the night, <br /><br />  take these blues offa me<br /> &amp; let me make the change<br /> back to you, i can t stand to be alone<br /> without you one more day<br /><br /><br /><br />   <em>harmonie park, detroit<br /> july 24, 1988/<br /> new orleans<br /> december 22, 1995</em><br /><br /><br />]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2005 23:30:32 +0000</pubDate>
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