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barber pole I stood in front of | barber pole I stood in front of | ||
as a boy, the new housing project, | as a boy, the new housing project, | ||
chain-lined walks, blacktop sweat,poverty just a spelling word.</poem></div> | chain-lined walks, blacktop sweat, | ||
poverty just a spelling word.</poem> | |||
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her hands pathetic wild birds, | |||
a wooden man plods from | |||
the house of his single mind. | |||
At such times, when the cover | |||
is torn off catalog comforts | |||
and nothing grown seems full,</poem></div> | |||
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the child sliding head-first | |||
into home, center of a good idea, | |||
dustily rises, clear on the score, | |||
and the words that passed for life | |||
go in one ear and out the other, | |||
a naughty habit never broken. | |||
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