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[title] => Suburban Stroll
[time] => 2006-04-06 00:04:16
[hometext] => remembrance of a cold Christmas day with an old old Quaker woman
[bodytext] => Suburban Stroll walking in the suburbs with the old lady she says if you look down you might find spare change she found one time two quarters and a dime walking the streets with my girlfriend’s grandma middle class suburbia can be so pretty we got so lost lost in the neighborhood, lost in thought walking with an old, old lady middling coolish Christmas day she pulled her sweater closer to her chilly jewels we didn’t find a bounty finally found our way to the house girlfriend and the family sit in front of the TV asked where had we been and said they worried strange they hadn’t come to search, to see about me about thee walking with an elderly girl who told me many things her history her present her unrealized dreams Grandma always wanted a cat their glassy knick knack figures abound in her pristine little house family said it was impractical and she had to agree made me sad, for her a cat could not be I got to walk with a regal old lady who bent to look at ornamental potted plants I treasure and remember our few separate hours me in my jeans Grandma in her high waisted pants I hope there is lost money in heaven for you, Grandma lying on the streets of gold and cats real cats not ceramic and not cold Hautebush – June 24, 2004 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 52 [informant] => hautebush [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => goodbyepoetry )
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