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ISSUE:  Spring 1978

Big enough for the five of us
To put it on
At the same time.
Bulky, but we manage

Our exit. Mr. Landlord,
We only require someone to button it
For the funeral, to let it open
For the wake.

Five hands out of a single sleeve,
In each a beer bottle
Raised in a toast
Under the bare and twisted coat-tree.


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