SHUNPIKE ROAD
Thanksgiving - like this -
is for little boys named Al
who can't take care of
themselves and who live
in Fantasy Junctions of
their own devise. We were
all like that once. Every
Al and Joe and Bob who
ever was : Bring them
home again, for now it
is Thanksgiving Day.
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Park on the lawn then,
if you must, but keep the
idle cars well off the road.
Madmen do still occasionally
drive by, when then leave the
asylum doors open by mistake.
No fear; for Art will save the day.
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