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Papa gray beard
with the Roman senator
comb-over gamboled over
to the whirling propeller
after a smooth landing
and was quickly tackled
by the keepers of the flame.

He knew he had raised
his last flag up the pole.

Pills and electroshock
were so blasé.

He rose up with a tight grin
and dusted off his pants
ready for the ride to Ketchum.

At his new Idaho home
was his favorite Boss 12 gauge
waiting to be cleaned.

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