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Three Months

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I miss my brother

I have no one to talk about

Old movies with

I learned from him

But mainly it was the treat

In discussing

The subject

The people mostly black and white

The fictive stories they presented

The real stories

That they were

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Older brothers seem to come with

Mysteries

Blank spots in life that stay

That way

Stories within stories

Ways of thinking

That I’ll never know

But we had the sure thing

Of old movies

For discussion

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And now I miss that

As part of missing him

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C L Couch

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