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[aid] => mick
[title] => New England Dawn
[time] => 2017-03-02 09:48:20
[hometext] => The imagrey this poem paints invoked the write...I/'/m a happily married midwesterner with no skin in this game.
[bodytext] => A Nor Easter has these old windows singing
at a pitch only it can coax.
I/'/m glad our sons/'/ tucked away in the Catskills,
but God, I miss him so.
And this old cabin Dad passed to me
still whispers with memories
of where our love began;
now this hurricanes/'/ trying to take away
what remains since you ran.
I’ve been through the first wall
with my life in a free fall,
now I/'/m in the eye of our sorrows start,
and if I make it through the last wall to the truth,
I/'/ll throw my thumb out for happier parts.
As soon as this Nor Easters/'/ spun along
I/'/ll spill our last tear and be gone,
away in the New England dawn,
yes, away in the New England dawn.
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[informant] => Invierno
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[alanguage] => english
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[topicname] => goodbyepoetry
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