it can't be true

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    He was as delicious as a coffee shake with chocolate whipped cream.
    He was a bard who quoted Ben Johnson, Shakespeare, and Gothe.
    He was Nijinkski and soared, leaped, and glidded across the floor.

    Atlas , lackaday, he was a bum,
    a cad,
    a total louse.
    It can't be true. Yes, he was fouled and smelled of dead lies, dead ends,
    and no beginnings. Yes, he was the Phantom of the Night. Invisible!

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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