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I’m freshly all out of heirs,
heirs having gone out of vogue,
unwelcome among mine and theirs.
[Notes: with vague ideas toward working on some terza rima exercises given to me by Maggie (or a terzanelle! far from my reach), this possible start inspired by some notes left to us by my mother, after they took me from her. —AY]
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malices 