My God I hadn’t seen you in near forty years
Of course I didn’t immediately recognize you
But later after relaxing I recognized the gait
Palms turned backwards and slightly bent
Forward in the plodding Big Foot manner
More solid and wondering if you used steroids
Your back was thickly muscled and surprising
You weighed more than I but without a belly
I could feel physical powers and no wonder
You had made and lost the fortune of love
Bill Skinner was a robust youth who got pussy way
Before the rest of us went to
Enlightenment and that really cool mental jazz
Just plodding along Bill listened to absolutely
Nobody but the one he kept right up inside
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