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Poem for You
I am jealous of the sand beneath you around you what you see bright things erased lady sparkling and traveling without luggage liquidity before X you are tattooed on my back music dies down I too grew up in the soft hands of the gods and a little donkey will lead them Tears, tears, and I know just what they mean honeysuckles at night I wrote this poem for you and haven't lost it
David Shapiro was born on January 2, 1947, in Newark, New Jersey. He grew up in Deal, New Jersey, in a family of noted artists: cantors, composers, classical singers, pianists, poets, and sculptors. A violin prodigy, Shapiro began performing for large audiences at the age of five and, during the next eleven years, performed with several noted orchestras.