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withoutane — New York
Published: 2002-09-07 23:45:58 +0000 UTC; Views: 68; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 15
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It takes alot sometimes,but so does getting out of bed,
to tramp on down the street to work
growing up
was tramping through hot fields
waking up was with the sun in the summer
and now
my job is when the concerts done
before you ask
I didn't go out to milk the cows
or keep the chickens fed
dad didn't drink and mom never cried,
even in New York that would be a lie,
so yes that's something of a lie.
My summer jobs were on the farms
outside the burbs outside Chicago.
but this is hard sometimes
it's like if when the wind blew
I got lost between the grain.
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Comments: 3
I like the voice of this one - it's as if the narrator is walking down 5th Ave with me, giving me a little insight into who he is. The last stanza is very nice. A dash of insecurity, a dollup of doubt, and a great big chunk of simple humanity, squeezed into (and between) three lines. Really like this one!
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I like it too. It's a pure slice of something, a vivid memory, not really an emotion, but a time, a place. Someone really really great told me once, when you spend too much time working on the mechanics of a poem, it looses that little bit of you that you put into it, it looses its soul. I don't think that's the case here.
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I like it to. It's a pure slice of something, a vivid memory, not really an emotion, but a time, a place. Someone really really great told me once, when you spend too much time working on the mechanics of a poem, it looses that little bit of you that you put into it, it looses its soul. I don't think that's the case here.
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