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</o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--></head><body lang=EN-US link="#0563C1" vlink="#954F72" style='word-wrap:break-word'><div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'>3-30-23 pieces for critique <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>1. Alice’s piece:<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'> <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;text-align:center'><b>Once Upon a St. Patrick’s Night</b><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'> <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;text-align:center'>poem by Alice Jane-Marie Massa<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'> <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>On a frigid St. Patrick’s night,<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>my Leader Dog Willow and I walk into the dry air of the waning days of winter<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>to hear the howling high winds and<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>to feel the descent of the single-digit temperature.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>so very close to the first day of spring,<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>the wind chill will dip awkwardly to five below—<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>a temperature and a torment that makes me wonder<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>about the homeless people trying to survive such a heralded night.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'> <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>I imagine <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>an officer—<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>man or woman of whatever color—<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>wearing a badge<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>that some people hate<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>without cause,<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>holstering a gun<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>which some despise<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>despite respect for laws.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'> <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>On this frigid, fragile St. Patrick’s night,<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>I hear the officer plead with the homeless man<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>to minimize misery,<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>to choose survival at a shelter.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'> <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>However, for a variety of unwise reasons,<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>the homeless man does not want to step a nearly frozen foot<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>into any shelter<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>because for him,<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>time does not change with the seasons:<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>time is frozen, and<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>his heart is frozen.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>He is numb to the cold,<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>numb to the helping hand,<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>numb to life.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>He coughs a long, prolonged cough<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>that seems unending.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'> <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>The action of the officer <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>will not make the late news tonight.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>The pleading kindness<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>will be heard only by the angels.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>Words that echo ,<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>bouncing back and forth<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>between cold brick buildings<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>cannot penetrate the lost, frozen soul.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'> <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>The two individuals do not speak the same language:<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>one speaks the language of the living;<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>the other speaks the language of<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>the lost, the freezing, <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>the hopeless, the dying.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'> <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>Still the officer tries to communicate,<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>respectfully waits for a response.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'> <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>With no thought to a badge or gun,<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>the officer reaches out a gloved hand,<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>takes off one glove,<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>then the other,<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>and gently puts the gloves<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>onto the freezing hands<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>of the homeless man.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'> <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>Willow and I return inside<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>to the pleasant warmth of our home<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>to wonder about the homeless people<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>on this unusually cold St. Patrick’s night<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>when I will pray<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>to St. Patrick and all who will listen <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>for the homeless<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>and for the officers.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'> <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Total number of poetic lines: 6s <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>***<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>2. Dawn’s piece:<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Saturday, July 22, 2017<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>New York 6:53 AM<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Sometime in 1966, when my brother Stephan was about 2 and I was 4, we moved in with my mother’s mother, my Nanny, and her brother, Uncle Stefie. The house was small but comfortable, located at 80 Manning Avenue in North Plainfield, NJ. It was a temporary arrangement as my parents were then looking to buy a house in one of the many agreeable towns situated in Somerset County, NJ. <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Of primary import to my mom was the quality of the school system. My dad, for his part, was also concerned about property taxes. Together, they made a good couple… well, at that time, anyway. Why they did not choose to settle in North Plainfield is a mystery to me except that I think my mother, in her way, was a bit of a social climber. Put differently, I think she wanted to build a better life for her kids by moving to a somewhat more affluent town. They eventually found a beautiful ranch house on a corner lot in Watchung, NJ. This town was just up the road from North Plainfield but it was slightly tonier and, in the late sixties, very much on the rise. The schools were very progressive and the property taxes low thanks to some commercial properties located at the far end of town. We lived there from 1968 until 1975, when my parents were divorced. So, the irony is that we ended-up back in North Plainfield at Uncle Stefie’s house on Manning Avenue. The even bigger irony is that I liked living in North Plainfield more than Watchung, despite the logistical hardships of our having to cram into the tiny house on Manning Ave. It hadn’t been so difficult when we were little kids but, as teenagers, the challenges were significant.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>I’m pretty sure the schools in North Plainfield were better than those in Watchung – well, the high school certainly was. I am proud of the education I received at NPHS. I’m grateful, too, all these years later, to have reconnected with so many high school friends here on Facebook.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Yesterday, when some of us were talking about the moonwalk, I started remembering those early days in North Plainfield, when Nanny and I shared a bedroom – shared a single bed actually. I loved my Nanny and it felt special to be so close with her. Every morning, she would get up around 6 AM, wash-up and then toddle into the kitchen to make breakfast. As small as that house was, the kitchen was huge – the biggest room in the house. This still seems entirely appropriate to me. <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>I would sit with Nanny at the kitchen table while she read the paper, drank her tea and ate a bagel. Usually I ate cereal. Later, I might have scrambled eggs when my mom came downstairs to fix Daddy’s breakfast. My dad worked in an office but Nanny had to be up and out early to get to the factory where she worked. Luckily, it was just down the block, so she could walk there in a matter of minutes. This also meant that I could stop by after school and give her a hug and a kiss before going home. This was back in the day when children were permitted to walk freely and independently around their neighborhoods. <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>I should clarify that the “factory” where Nanny worked was a small business where she and two or three other women spent the day making confections that would be mounted atop special cakes: roses, a bride and groom, Easter bunny, congratulatory message for an anniversary or graduation. While the workplace is best described as a “factory”, it was really a family—owned, friendly manufacturing business overtop a storefront on Watchung Avenue. <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Sitting at the kitchen table before Nanny left for work, we’d play games, sing songs and practice reading. Yep, she taught me to read the newspaper when I was just four years old. One of my favorite games was the “matching game”, which was a kind of predecessor to Sesame streets “one of these things is not like the other”. Our potholders were embroidered with images of kitchen items like cast iron pans, ladles, serving spoons, etc. Nanny would select one of the items and then ask me to identify the matching images. Simple, I know, but it surely stimulated my little brain in positive ways.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>After Nanny left for work, I’d watch cartoons in the living room until mom came downstairs with the baby. I loved my mother and father and baby brother very much, so the beginning of each new day with them was always something like a special prize. Once I started kindergarten, the prize got even “<a name="_Hlk131065240">specialer</a>”. But no time was ever as special as those early morning hours I spent with Nanny in the kitchen. <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal> <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><table class=MsoNormalTable border=1 cellpadding=0 style='border:none;border-top:solid #D3D4DE 1.0pt'><tr><td width=55 style='width:41.25pt;border:none;padding:9.75pt .75pt .75pt .75pt'></td><td width=470 style='width:352.5pt;border:none;padding:9.0pt .75pt .75pt .75pt'></td></tr></table><p class=MsoNormal> <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>3. Leonard’s piece:<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'>--------------<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'>Walking With Nature <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'> <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'>The weather I walk in is bitterly chilly, <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'>falling in various forms of wetness. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'>Sometimes it splatters with rain, sleet and snow. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'>Then veers into clinging frigid fog <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'>that penetrates deep into my being. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'> <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'>I slog along with hands dug deep in pockets, <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'>head bowed against the <a name="_Hlk131066756">squally </a>cold wind,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'>shoulders hunched to preserve the precious warmth. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'> <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'><a name="_Hlk131066129"><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'>Shrouded in perfect isolation, <o:p></o:p></span></a></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'><span style='mso-bookmark:_Hlk131066129'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'>I somehow feel protected contentment, <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'><span style='mso-bookmark:_Hlk131066129'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'>as though those qualities swaddle me <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span style='mso-bookmark:_Hlk131066129'></span><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'>in a lover’s passionate embrace, <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'>whispering, “You are one with Mother Earth.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:106%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black'><br></span>*** <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'>4. Joan’s piece:<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:18.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Verdana",sans-serif;color:black'>Paper Cranes Don’t Fold Themselves</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>by Joan Myles<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:18.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Verdana",sans-serif;color:black'>you’ve heard plenty of her squawks and fluffles </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:18.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Verdana",sans-serif;color:black'>enough to wake you from good sound dreaming</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:18.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Verdana",sans-serif;color:black'>but this morning right there in your kitchen</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:18.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Verdana",sans-serif;color:black'>she’s checking the eggs for counterfeits</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:18.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Verdana",sans-serif;color:black'>and if you make the grade she’ll move in</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:18.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Verdana",sans-serif;color:black'>as for the colorful stuff</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:18.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Verdana",sans-serif;color:black'>Boy he’s been hanging around for a long time</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:18.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Verdana",sans-serif;color:black'>right outside your door since childhood</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:18.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Verdana",sans-serif;color:black'>he wonders where you are</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:18.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Verdana",sans-serif;color:black'> why you won’t take his calls anymore</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:18.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Verdana",sans-serif;color:black'>desperate he bangs all the louder</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:18.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Verdana",sans-serif;color:black'>do something he yells through the keyhole </span><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:18.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Verdana",sans-serif;color:black'>the crane cocks her head around the fridge dorr </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:18.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Verdana",sans-serif;color:black'>nods and strikes a pose</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:18.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Verdana",sans-serif;color:black'>the door flies open with a rush of fresh air</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'><span style='font-size:18.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"Verdana",sans-serif;color:black'>and you commence to fold</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div></body></html>