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    Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

    he wrote a poem

    And he called it "Chops"

    because that was the name of his dog

    And that's what it was all about

    And his teacher gave him an "A"

    and a gold star

    And his mother hung it on the kitchen door

    and read it to his aunts

    That was the year Father Tracy

    took all the kids to the zoo

    And he let them sing on the bus

    And his little sister was born

    with tiny toenails and no hair

    And his mother and father kissed a lot

    And the girl around the corner sent him a

    Valentine signed with a row of X's

    and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

    And his father always tucked him in bed at night

    And was always there to do it



    Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

    he wrote a poem

    And he called it "Autumn"

    because that was the name of the season

    And that's what it was all about

    And his teacher gave him an "A"

    and asked him to write more clearly

    And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

    because of its new paint

    And the kids told him

    that Father Tracy smoked cigars

    And left butts on the pews

    And sometimes they would burn holes

    That was the year his sister got glasses

    with thick lenses and black frames

    And the girl around the corner laughed

    when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

    And the kids told him why

    his mother and father kissed a lot

    And his father never tucked him in bed at night

    And his father got mad

    when he cried for him to do it.



    Once on a paper torn from his notebook

    he wrote a poem

    And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

    because that was the question about his girl

    And that's what it was all about

    And his professor gave him an "A"

    and a strange steady look

    And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

    because he never showed her

    That was the year that Father Tracy died

    And he forgot how the end

    of the Apostle's Creed went

    And he caught his sister

    making out on the back porch

    And his mother and father never kissed

    or even talked

    And the girl around the corner

    wore too much makeup

    That made him cough when he kissed her

    but he kissed her anyway

    because that was the thing to do

    And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed

    his father snoring soundly



    That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

    he tried another poem

    And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

    Because that's what it was really all about

    And he gave himself an "A"

    and a slash on each damned wrist

    And he hung it on the bathroom door

    because this time he didn't think

    he could reach the kitchen.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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