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Two Doors Down
I never really liked my Uncle much
because I couldn't understand a word
of what he spoke due to his accent
until that band from Britain
was breaking down the airwaves
and I was growing my hair
from a buzz down to my ears
and he happened to mention
quite casually that he had lived
two doors down from John Lennon
It didn't matter that it was years before
it sure improved my hearing
Battle Lines
We lived in fear of that damn bird
who thought the yard its own
and nothing moved or came therein
without a feathered challange
so many times he sent us screaming
back to the safety of the veranda
that we had to train the dog
to get our errant ball
until the day we went to town
my brother asked to stay at home
to study in the great outdoors
while soaking up the sun
the story never clear
why he choose
that lofty place to study
and climbed upon the roof
nor who challanged who
but dark eyes returned the look
of little beady ones
across that shingled battle roof
its said
the war raged high
and the war raged low
until the axe came into play
and its cold blade swung
that summer day
the rooster
chased no more
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