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streetcorner Sundays
guys meeting their girls
preaching pinballer poetry
milkshake foam mustaches
winking with rhymes
doubled over themselves
sweet as muscle tees
tucked into cigarette packs
cool hair combing arms
warming poodle skirt waists
bootheels caught nonchalant
on fat chromium revving
through smokerings exhaled
from world war two zippos
while backpocket comics
curl superman capes
brushing unwanted innocence
hard against wishfulness
straddling headwaters
running with hormones
round rocks of confusion
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I love this
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glad that you do, sylvia
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Love this a perfect picture of times gone by. Good Work!
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thanks so much, Irish
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“while backpocket comics
curl superman capes”
so nice
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thank you kindly, Jessica
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Love this! Had to tweet it so I could come back again and again!.
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you made me smile
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Great photo and great poem– brings it all back.
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thanks dear Ellen
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Made me smile. It was great to read about a different time. Times gone by a simple time. Great as always
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oh, to be young again
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My dad, when he was a teenager sang on the street corner with his friends long before the Jersey Boys. He was the one who did the falsetto like Frankie Valle and had a ball – so many things our children miss.
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I, too, sang streetcorner harmony as a baritone- funny you should mention Frankie Valli – I went through school with his brother – we all grew up in Newark NJ
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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I was a little too young in the 1950’s to get a full handle yet your wonderful poem still sits pretty well for the mid-late 60’s. I recall a thing called The Wimpy Bar and the clubs, pubs and street corners we hung out all nearby. To invoke such memories is a good thing.
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I think it is a good thing – but it seems lifetimes ago
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Looks like the guys I hung out with in Detroit. TFTM (Thanks for the memories)
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I think we all looked pretty much like that back then
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Ah, yes, the America that was . . . the Americans we were . . . Thanks!
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sometimes I think it was all illusion
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Oh yes, those were the times….
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and they seem lifetimes ago
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Not to mention meeting pretty girls on rollerskates at A&W root beer or sock hops.
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yes, yes, yes
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Enthusiasm noted and understood😍
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This is awesome, Paul! Lords of Flatbush all the way!
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fuggeddabowdit
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love this piece Paul 🙂
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I dearly appreciate that
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brushing unwanted innocence
hard against wishfulness
That’s one gem of a line
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I’m pleased that you enjoyed it
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Wonderful poem and pictures but so different from images of the 50’s from my high school and college days in the South. I remember your images from the movies so I wasn’t completely behind the times.
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and now we cohabit the internet world
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