A Long Island Sketch

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The little boys and their wet bellies,

People want to talk about their beautiful families

People want to grill their meat

And converse and dip in the pool.

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The little girls and their long dripping hair.

After five p.m. people

Want to talk about going to New York again

And seem glad to think about a meal.

 

The women realize again they are valuable.

The men realize again they are valuable

And though everyone has been hurt

And will be hurt

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They can all afford a ticket

To some civil passageway

Where all can realize

How strange they are, irreplaceable

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Difficult to reach

In hidden towns off the highway

Where there can be no cure

For the humans.

 

 

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