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              They asked, Are you or anyone you know a communist?

I said, No, and yes, I know some.

No community I can imagine is immune to greed.

But there's a grocer on First who turns away
when the hungry steal. And my aunt she dreams
of white bread sidewalks. They believe
in a town where every person shares. But me,

singularly, selfishly, I covet my own life.



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