melancholy rises from the river
like a nightingale with wet feathers
singing outside mr olson’s window
in mrs quinn’s boarding house
on a back street in peoria illinois
it is not easy to remember
the sadness which descended on the earth
when times were tough and folded like a letter
in the pages of uncle john’s family bible
vice and virtue are two orange cats
fighting on the lawn of major williams
who experienced so much joy and grief
in his younger days
when no one held it against him that he owned the town
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