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Once on a yellow piece of paper 
With green lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
Because that was the name of his dog 
And that’s what it was all about.
And his teacher gave him an A
And a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door 
And read it to his aunts
That was the year father Tracy 
Took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
With tiny toenails and no hair 
And his mother and father 
Kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner 
Sent him a valentine
Signed with a row of X’s
And he had to ask his father 
What the X’s meant. 
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And he was always there to do it. 

Once on a white piece of paper
With blue lines he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
Because that was the name of the season 
And that’s what it was all about 
And his teacher gave him an A
And asked him to write more clearly 
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because of its new paint 
And the kids told him
Father Tracy smoked cigars 
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes.
That was the year his sister got glasses
With thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
When he asked her to go see Santa Claus 
And the kids told him why
His mother and father kissed a lot.
And his father never tucked him in  bed at night 
And his father got mad 
When he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
He wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
Because that was the question about his girl.
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
And a strange steady look 
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door 
Because he never showed her
That was the year father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end 
Of Apostles Creed went 
And he caught his sister 
Making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
Or even talked 
And the girl around the corner 
Wore too much make up 
That made him cough when he kissed her
But he kissed her anyway
Because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. He tucked himself in bed
His father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
He tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
And a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
Because this time he didn’t think
He could make it to the kitchen. 
-Unknown

Once on a yellow piece of paper
With green lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
Because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about.
And his teacher gave him an A
And a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
And read it to his aunts
That was the year father Tracy
Took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
With tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father
Kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner
Sent him a valentine
Signed with a row of X’s
And he had to ask his father
What the X’s meant.
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And he was always there to do it.

Once on a white piece of paper
With blue lines he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
Because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
And asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because of its new paint
And the kids told him
Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes.
That was the year his sister got glasses
With thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
When he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
His mother and father kissed a lot.
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
When he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
He wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
Because that was the question about his girl.
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
And a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because he never showed her
That was the year father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
Of Apostles Creed went
And he caught his sister
Making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
Or even talked
And the girl around the corner
Wore too much make up
That made him cough when he kissed her
But he kissed her anyway
Because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. He tucked himself in bed
His father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
He tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
And a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
Because this time he didn’t think
He could make it to the kitchen.
-Unknown

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