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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=463875" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The First Time III</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=463875" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Whose fault was this, anyway'? <br>'Nobody's', I assured him. 'Melpomene's'.<br>'Whose'? <br>'Melpomene's'.<br>'Oh, he slowly replied, content he'd had nothing to do with it.<br>Again, he nodded 'Oh', exhaling in relief, <br>as the shrubs in their beds relaxed their vigilance<br>and became inanimate objects, again-'oh'.<br>'Are you sure'? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=463875" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then we heard the gliss of a car pulling up<br>and the sound of tires crunching the gravel<br>in the driveway outside, and the car door open and shut<br>and the heavy footfall of my mother's high heels on the asphalt<br>returning from church, for it was Sunday, AM, late.<br>The sun hid itself behind a cloud.<br>Around it sang some angels.<br>The gate opened, the subject changed and we<br>by dint of secret understanding<br>began to talk about his boyhood in Boston<br>in such a difficult neighborhood.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Morgan+Michaels">Morgan Michaels</a></strong></div>

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