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barefoot
barefoot and pregnant
she knew her place
the kitchen by day
the bedroom by night
wash and cook
care for the children
then tend to her man
to fulfill his desires
she had an opinion
that mattered not
and longed for the day
all that would change
she heard of a meeting
to have women heard
a novel idea that
had to be shared
She dressed in her best
and walked into town
she listened then acted
the world changed forever
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since the thirties musicians
have improvised while
playing traditional tunes
they've changed the tempo
rearranged the notes
added some embellishments
made runs and flourishes
generally rewrote the tunes
and created a new form of music
it caused listeners to snap
their fingers and tap their toes
and they called it jazz
jazz changed the way people
thought about music
the music changed
the way people thought
they no longer just sat and listened
they became part of the music
the music became part of them
I heard it in my cradle
I grew up with it
grew to love it
and still listen to
all that jazz
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A Gentleman's Trappings
Crisply pressed suits hang in a dark closet
Starched white shirts lie untouched in dresser drawers
Bland ties hang limply awaiting his touch
Highly shined black shoes and socks neatly arranged
These trappings of a gentleman gone to the grave
All waiting to be claimed by the Good Will thrift store
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aftermath
heaven or hell
depends on
the mood and
on the number
of double shots
that we had
last night
memories don't
seem to be there
when morning comes
or is it afternoon
afraid to look
at the clock
or in the mirror
head's pounding
got to go pee
damn I wish
this demon
would set me free
happy hour
ain't really
so happy is it
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a fart
you can't
see it
you can
sometimes
hear it
most times
you don't want
to smell it
because some
will gag you
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