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The Brown River
I crossed the bridge on a gray day
chased by a gust of wind
the brown river swirled and eddied
when the storm came up
nobody objected nobody cared
So we ate the wooly bread
the snowball man scraped his ice
they whispered the dread disease
father's shadow spread a stain
across the Persian rug
our cloister was a mother's embrace
Every summer they came
in pin striped suits
wreathed in a halo of smoke
have a lolly pop little boy
come to the polls they said
our Lothario returned for his annual raid
whined in the wood work
when the wives had cold feet
cursed by the lions wounded at night
the gray mice fluttered
between the grocer and the bottle
the tipple and the Ladies Aid
I crossed the bridge in those days
the river was brown
effluvia skipped merrily on a bed of foam
nobody objected nobody cared
Jack Mashman
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