Sixty-four

Sixty-four
Sixteenth
Knew every floor
Changes beneath
Open door
I’m underneath

Slang
No tune 
I sang
Like a rune
Can't hang
Too soon

They shut
The eagle
But
I wiggle
My gut
Mode tribal

So I view
Google eyed
Uncles I knew
Who died
And threw
Life aside




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