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Post by oldarmybear on Jan 16, 2022 16:31:30 GMT -6
city streets
aren't much different
from block to block
red brick fronts
cut stone stoops
curtained windows
closed up tight
what happened
to the neighborhood
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Post by Catlady2710 on Jan 16, 2022 17:03:40 GMT -6
That about describes it.
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Post by oldarmybear on Jan 16, 2022 17:53:16 GMT -6
Yep. It hadn't changed last time I was there.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Jan 17, 2022 22:45:24 GMT -6
Great poem, Don. Reminds me of an old song....Last Verse.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'
Songwriter: Bob Dylan
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Post by goldenmyst on Jan 17, 2022 23:59:55 GMT -6
Love your realism here brother Don! This really captured the place and time.
John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Jan 18, 2022 10:30:52 GMT -6
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Post by oldarmybear on Jan 18, 2022 19:01:06 GMT -6
Thanks, foxy & john
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