Learning Young
From back when I was 7 and 8,
When candy bars cost 5 cents,
And “being polite” meant
Even to strangers. The wrinkled,
Baggy, old man, who
Lived in the basement apartment
Next-door, with the pass-time
Of sitting outside on his
Stoop atop five steps to ground level,
Would always call me over
To sit on his...
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