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"The Buick", or, "to my grandfather" (Free verse) by david
He sits in the chair, the one that i hate. Smoking his cigarette, he seems to me like an idling Buick. He raised an enormous hand to draw my attention to his words, to his witty snaps about life, the chinese, and how wild it was during the war.

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