Chicago

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It’s been a long time.
Sometimes I miss your brutal,
and definitely your cold.

And old familiar half-known,
memory unfaded.

From you-jazz
and laughing till I cry,
crying till I laugh.

Sometimes I feel you,
filling up Thursday
and then I don’t see you till November.

But when you come,
I think if f(ph)ish
and happy, happy things.

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