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Time


by Ann Bogle


His pen isn't worth a dime at the San Jacinto War Memorial where the sailors unzip their wares for a forecast.  All the movies in this world aren't worth a damn if they don't have George Clooney in them.  Give me Sean Penn.  Give me Bruce Springsteen.  Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back, to go against the rain to charity; tell Bono I want it to go to a non-suicidal Palestinian.  Tell Johnny Cash I want my men's heroin back.  Tell Jimmy Carter to stop apologizing to Bill Clinton who apologizes for stooping a proud, fat Jewish gal from California (not dead), her effervescence, as if Spiro Agnew had floated to a sea.  Kn-opf.  Knock.  Spell anxiety when I walk down the street in New York, now at the airport in Montreal, where they didn't rebust me, a drunken driver once in Minnetonka.  Son well-rehearsed.  Sound nepotist.

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