While I was stroking
Your cool arm
While you were
Quietly talking about
Some beautiful farm
We once lived on
I was just trying
To memorize your skin
Remembering you were dying
And letting you go on and on
About the neighbor farmer
Who lost some fingers
In the jammed corn-picker
Laughing at your rhymes
While here at your skin
I go on stoking and stroking
Your warm arm
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