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The Hollywood |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569
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Slate gray skies, bare trees and sharp winds The old yellow brick bar smells of peanuts on the floor and stale beer Echoes of laughter make their way through the years Men gather to trade war stories, and fishing tales, and argue who to vote for Anything to validate their addiction and lend comradery Behind the bottles, in the mirror, there they are looking back Sons of Slovaks and Germans... Italians, Greeks and Irish A Pennsylvania blend of mill workers and farmers and carpenters and bakers The old wooden phone booth in the corner holds all of the lies told to wives and girlfriends Round glass windows let in deco sunshine |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
Georgia friend you've been missed as has your poetry this is a beauty |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569 |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
This is wonderful and I do love this line "The old wooden phone booth in the corner holds all of the lies told to wives and girlfriends" The entire poem just grabbed at me. I like your style. A |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569 |
Thanks aziza... |
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