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04.Grace General |
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Cruel snow, cracked lips, sun lost by four. |
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Cold winces through the cardboard window |
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Where the cobblestone was smashed into glass. |
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And the bare bulb of moon swings over Portage Avenue |
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And lights the icy rut you sprinkled with sand |
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Down the dim hall of chain stores to Grace |
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Where the parking lot is full again. |
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I don't bother locking up. |
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The face before the doors slide apart |
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Is hers the day they took away the candy, |
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Left gift shop tulips to frame her alarmed. |
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What will I do now? |
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What will I do now? |
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What will I do now? |
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What will I do now? |
