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Dec 2024
My grandmother was all dressed up nice
In her Sunday going to church clothes
'The man is coming, the man is coming'
she said and made me take a bath,

'The man is coming, The man is coming.'
She dressed me, best she could,
made me wear my Sunday shoes

'Oh wow, ' I thought 'this man must be  god,  
Maybe the savior himself, coming to visit and
Bless.'

β€˜The man is coming, The man is coming'
a big long car pulled up our dirt lane.

β€˜The man is coming, The man is coming'
she hushed me at the door.

At the open door stood a man, alright
My eight-year-old mind did comprehend

A man
This man
This white man
Carrying a model G Electrolux Vacuum cleaner

This man
This white man
hawking his wears
was the MAN?
Aubrey E Drummond
Written by
Aubrey E Drummond  65/M/USA
(65/M/USA)   
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