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With special thanks to George Ella Lyon I am from crumbling brick (red, dusty, smelling of musk). I am from aluminum siding and triple-deckers, tall, strong, unmovable. Hailing from the city on about seventy hills. From Grandfathers and photo albums, cigar ash salad and pinecone wars. From "use your imagination" and "go play in the street". I am from a whirlwind of faith, belief from non-believers. From schoolyards, playgrounds, and crawlspaces come these faces, and these memories are worth more to me, than anything.
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Sep 22, 2010
Sep 22, 2010 at 7:02 PM UTC
And Here Come the Juniors
With special thanks to George Ella Lyon I am from crumbling brick (red, dusty, smelling of musk). I am from aluminum siding and triple-deckers, tall, strong, unmovable. Hailing from the city on about seventy hills. From Grandfathers and photo albums, cigar ash salad and pinecone wars. From "use your imagination" and "go play in the street". I am from a whirlwind of faith, belief from non-believers. From schoolyards, playgrounds, and crawlspaces come these faces, and these memories are worth more to me, than anything.
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Sep 22, 2010
Sep 22, 2010 at 7:02 PM UTC
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