Dorr, Michigan
Some decades past, perhaps two score
Was when my feet first walked in Dorr.
I give that town my due respect
With humbleness, I genuflect.
Yet when I’m asked where I was raised,
I see their eyes, perplexed and dazed.
As I announce, “Was raised in Dorr,”
Their jaws just drop and hit the floor.
And disbelief they cannot hide:
“I did not think you lived OUTSIDE!”
I do not know what could be worse,
Perchance coerce as I converse.
But now I’ve tailored my response,
(With perfect dose of nonchalance)
“I’ve lived in Dorr; it’s verified;
Just like our calves who lived outside.”
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