the street was adorned
\nwith many wayward feet
\nbustling, in no particular direction
\ncreating confusing circles in my reflection<\/p>\n
patrons offering a certain type of encouragement
\nhelping by suggesting a destination
\nlike Mrs. Flanagan’s half-price sale
\nwhere you could also pick up your mail<\/p>\n
I like to call it milling about
\nafter all, it doesn’t have to be market day
\nto see how much Debbie McCabe’s stomach is growing
\nand yes, her face is glowing<\/p>\n
procuring the most said phrase of all
\nHolly cumquats, look how much she’s grown
\nMillicent Miller is only fourteen
\nand has grown seven inches, and is still a string-bean<\/p>\n
in a tradition of lore, cousins marry cousins,
\nthere’s no law against it I guess
\nbut it creates a simmer of distaste
\nfor some who judge in their haste<\/p>\n
openly telling of their dreams
\nand mentioning what Miss Winterbottom did,
\n“She always goes a bit crazy,” Sally Vickers said
\nwhen the colour of the leaves change to red<\/p>\n
and the embellishment of the Boer War heroes
\nit’s better than telling of the jail sentence
\nfor setting fire to Mr. Stone’s paper clip plant
\nbecause he didn’t like his political slant<\/p>\n
The new mayor is well-trusted
\nhe’s kissed every baby in town
\nand his best friend is the banker
\nwhose son works at Madame’s in a gown<\/p>\n
They know of the sun
\nthe moon, the stars and the rain
\nas well as all four seasons
\nwhich are as predictable as Sammy Fontaine
\nHe’ll get as drunk as a skunk today
\nand sleep in the stable tonight<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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