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A long time ago I used to lean on a fence to watch my son play on a playground   That's just a memory   I've seen fences used to keep people from stepping on plants, pilfering trees   Those got old too   Now my new wife daydreams about our future house and its fenced herbs and vegetables   My mind likes to wrap itself around that idea

Curly-locks, Curly-locks, Will you be mine? You shall not wash dishes, Nor feed the swine; But sit on a cushion And sew a fine seam, And sup upon strawberries, Sugar and cream!

Nothing in the world is sane But animals and music Or the columns toted up In a dusty ledger. And Horowitz whose music makes A thousand thousand stars Bursting through a cloudless night, Illumining the sea -

I just saw a cop Dancing in the street With a little Black kid. Watching it was sweet. Affection is a thing Hate cannot defeat.

I pet my cat.  He shuts his eyes. In sleepy warm contentment lies. In my house he's not a waif, And thinks he is completely safe. Precious cat, you make me cry. You're no more secure than I.

A cat without fur, Crippled and old Still wants to be held When it’s cold.

I pet my cat.  He shuts his eyes. In sleepy warm contentment lies. In my house he's not a waif, And thinks he is completely safe. Precious cat, you make me cry. You're no more secure than I.