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I am from cool sheets, blue stripes and white paint. I am from mosquitoes and long weeds slapping my feet under the swing set. I am from gray shelves that smell metallic and dusty and old. I’m from popcorn and apples, From tape players And slide guitars. I’m from John 3:16, Not to mention Romans 3:23. I’m from spending-the-night, Brownie batter, And pages and pages and pages Of the books I dream in. I’m from violent seasons, From chilly love And murderous spring. I’m from a tentative breakfast At a wooden table With all the wrong guests. I’m from a soulless piano Marching past The grounding bass, The healing cello, The intelligent viola, And the celestial violin.
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May 10, 2011
May 10, 2011 at 8:38 AM UTC
Where I'm From
I am from cool sheets, blue stripes and white paint. I am from mosquitoes and long weeds slapping my feet under the swing set. I am from gray shelves that smell metallic and dusty and old. I’m from popcorn and apples, From tape players And slide guitars. I’m from John 3:16, Not to mention Romans 3:23. I’m from spending-the-night, Brownie batter, And pages and pages and pages Of the books I dream in. I’m from violent seasons, From chilly love And murderous spring. I’m from a tentative breakfast At a wooden table With all the wrong guests. I’m from a soulless piano Marching past The grounding bass, The healing cello, The intelligent viola, And the celestial violin.
an assignment 5.13.11; inspired by George Ella Lyons' "Where I'm From"
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d-s-caillte
American
May 10, 2011
May 10, 2011 at 8:38 AM UTC
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