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Afternoons at Mary's House

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walking little dogs
through the foggy, damp rain

and running inside

All for fifty cents,
and a cold root beer well you
told me your stories

what it was like when
you were a kid,I would tell
you stories too

Talking until my
mother called to ask you
If you had seen me.

Then I would leave
and run back to my house
in the foggy rain.





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