If crying "O" leaves unkissable lips, if hands in the mirror plead why which way, if a good hand can't bend a rule, if outdistancing a ghost leaves him winded, if his arms and shoulders are clouds at far ends of the sky, if his old pet phoenix gets caught in the wires, if wild speculating in a volatile past, if his schools of hard knocks need support, if his criminal looses air and exercise privileges, if his twitch substitutes for lightening, if the jabs of the shadow-boxing dead blur his vision

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