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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Word Quintet in E Minor Too many tan hearses cruise down my street in 1963 Too many grieving souls cry shattered tears here. Green throbbing lawns ruminate like grazing cows. Red-bricked chimneys stand erect in the tall wind. You and I have footsteps to take as we smell gladioli in 1968. You look sporty wearing a white skirt and cashmere sweater. I sit on a bench in the morning sun talking about rutabagas, As you arrive holding a white tennis racquet made of catgut. She and I grapple the monkey bars with orange drinks in 1962. The green ocean of expansive grass lay beneath motionless as ice. Thoughts of quiet summer shade subside into a lazy sun-drenched day. Afternoon tides melt into the memory of days spent on a cool porch. You and I are eating amidst the others as they talk trivialities in 1969. You are sitting close to me wearing a tight-fitting dress with buttons in front. We’re eating veal cutlets with mashed potatoes under a hanging light pendant. The traffic outside is oblivious of our plans to make out wildly after dessert. Too many tan hearses drive away from my street in 1964. Too many funerals for the quietly erudite and the boldly afraid. Green carpeted graveyards yawn with ennui in their insistent desiccations. Old men with canes totter over star-lit graves behind rusted barbed wire.
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