The railroad track that ran
behind the feed mill
where my father worked
could take me anywhere.
Balancing myself on a rail,
I would walk, staring into
the distance and go to
Philadelphia, New York City,
London, Paris. Along the way
I amazed everyone with my
intellect and charm, always
properly understated, of course.
I overheard beautiful women
whispering to each other: "So
young and yet so deep." I did my best
to hide my smiles. Then, stepping
off, I'd grab the corn mash bucket
and go to feed the chickens.
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I love it. "So young and yet so deep."
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