WELL, WELL
It takes a lot of doing to
be done; to say you are, to
have that feel. Not too distant
from any hope or aspiration.
When the once-red barn turns
brown-black again from age
and weather together, you'll
know you've reached a point.
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Like all those kids in Brooklyn
now, living the high-style hip life;
I wonder do they know what all
went here before, and shall they
too age themselves, at some
later date, into that very Brooklyn
aura they'd lately have detested?
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I guess though, you cannot be what
you do not know. A storefront on
Myrtle, the Ableson place, selling
both flowers and fruit. 'Dem bums,'
I heard someone say - but that was
long ago, another time, another day.
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