I keep pictures of him in my mind yeah you know the

kind they curl up on the edges, the corners are bended

into a trickpulled from behind.





Physically he is serene he looks good he looks

clean yeah I know he's dead but I know what he

said and I think I might know what he mean.





With many thanks for your well, well wishes he says

believe me, sincerely yours

Mr. E Leon Rauis would say

it's sentiment which he abhors.





Seventeen Union Square North did he walk back and

forth in the glass at the shop did he smile did he

stop for awhile did he question his worth?





Seventeen Union Square West dressed up looking his best

Mr. E. Leon Rauis could never know

how this would seem his one small request.





With many thanks for your well, well wishes he says

believe me, sincerely yours

Mr. E Leon Rauis would say

it's sentiment which he abhors.





Regretfully so he still wants you to know of the

things in his heart he can't say.





His penmenship does a disservice,

It's illegible to this day.





Oh, Mr. E. Leon Rauis believe me

I hope it all turned out O.K.





Picking a shop for the shoot did he buy a new

suit? was he tall, was he kind, did he finally

find it that day, was his end absolute?





He got old like everyone, was he somebody's

son? did he fall, did he try to succeed or deny

what he knew or things he had done?