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Bless Their Heart

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Gone are the old times of my youth
and my grandmother's rocking chair,
where she read from The Good Book
and said, "Bless their heart."

And the Five and Time store
with wooden floors and open doors,
and nickel turtles in a bowl,
as canaries tweet.

Of cotton candy at the County Fair
and clowns with big shoes,
cracking salted peanuts,
and drinking RC Cola.

Oleomargarine as a substitute  
and orange concentrate in a can,
while granddad spit in a jar,
and the dirt road became tar.

And my grandmother's rocking chair,  
as she listened to the radio,
and heard about Pearl Harbor,
saying, "Bless their heart."

 

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