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Growing Up
by Earl Coleman
Where I grew up
the winter snows were fifteen feet
but I lay warm and buried
in the bedbug sheet
Where I grew up
there was a mild depression in our house
but working in the luncheonette
I dove for pearls
Where I grew up
we spent our somber moments
waiting for the other shoe to drop,
when we had shoes
Where I grew up
we didn’t think to save
our pennies from the milk deposit bottles,
never contemplating so much rain.
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