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SONG FOR FREDO CORLEONE ........................................................................................................MARTIN WILEY
Song for Fredo Corleone
Poem by Martin Wiley
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Somewhere, in a land where untold stories wrap themselves around impatient and waiting eyes,
there is a movie where Michael’s heart breaks.
Where his hired killer balks, and Death himself refuses to shoot. Where Fredo lives.
Where he sits, rocking in an empty canoe, whispering
Hail Marys to the rhythm of the murmuring waves gently bumping up against the side of his boat. The sun
is shining, an hour before sunset, dinner has been started, and he can already
smell the garlic out over the water.
When he looks to the shore, his brother stands there, watching calmly, and with a smile.
