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Grandfather's Houses Grandfather's house frosted in white gingerbread windows panes of grandiose days where hardwood floors bounce back the tap tap of high buttoned shoes. Outside, magnolias perfume the air with thoughts of night passion. Across the thin creek the other house where his harlot waits. I saw her...naked under the bridge at dusk cinnamon hair veiling her breasts. Under the bridge hiding from town authorities routing wicked women from chambered rooms. I saw her, a boy of ten...staring. |
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