![]() Shoes In White CharlestonA Poem by The Twin Arenas![]() the fewtch![]()
As soon as
they were up I wished I'd done it better. They hung too far to the left over property I didn't own. They hung, indeed, over the prettiest property in the alley. The boy talked to me one night and said his dad was mad they were up there and I felt bad but left them hanging. The boy's grandma lived there as well. She was a gardener but once they were hanging I rarely saw her and then she died. The father blames me and he's right to. Grandma is dead. © 2015 The Twin ArenasReviews
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