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The Real Question
by Peycho Kanev

I remember this one time when
I was at a Van Gogh exhibition
in Amsterdam's Museum of Art,
and now I can recall all the colors
all the shades, all the frames,
how these nuances and tinctures
exploded in my eyes and brain.
but the thing I remember most
is the blonde Dutch girls in the museum,
with their long legs, low cut skirts, their
tender, white skin and their eyes, yes,
these warm-hole eyes.
now I think that this doesn’t depreciate
the enormous importance of Vincent
in our modern culture,
it merely explains what kind of man
I am.

edited by: Sharmagne Leland-St. John  

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