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Sunday, February 27, 2011

I remember living on fourth street; sweet memories.




Fourth Street

Fourth Street full of memories
A little house full of love
With Jane Oliver chasing rainbows
Inviting people to come in from the rain
The upstairs room a closed reception
Dining table a centre of conversation
Each place set with precision
Every glass in its place
A beautiful table receives
Laughter makes the wineglasses ring
Friendship makes the evening sing
A whistle with perfect imitation
Prepares the evening meal
Four courses of smiles
Barbara Streisand sings sweetly
Memories do not tarnish
Memories do not fade
Fourth street remembrance stays solid
One more ride on the merry-go-round
I remember and die
Just a little
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1 comment:

  1. AnonymousFebruary 28, 2011 at 9:59 AM

    Thanks for the sweet memories, James. A very special time in my life.

    Alycat

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