Alfred Stieglitz died on my birthday
no one can blame him for that
but the thing is he went out dancing
carrying a pink umbrella
like he was Nietzsche's ape child
and the night you see was rather flat
not at all wild or stellar
like he might have wished
anyway that was that
if anything should die of this
then let me issue this quick kiss
that rather than be thought remiss
it all falls down in such sweet bliss
who could ask?
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