Sunday, December 8, 2013

4817. SANDY O'DOOR

SANDY O'DOOR
Down the ramparts of the years : the Fathers
who got away, the men of the neighborhood now
gone, all those soldiers on a mission of frenzy.
I can hardly now recall the morrow  -  nothing
will stand in the way of my sorrow.
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The car doors have the sheriff symbol on them;
some whistling creep chewing gum. Working for
the county  -  so much fun. 'I'll get a house down
the shore, as soon as I'm done.' I get so tired
of hearing stuff like that.
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Now the men drawing paychecks for nothing 
are leaving. I am so really glad to see them go.

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