Their family house was open to the street
all were welcome for it was a special day
It was forhoorayday and along that narrow sreet
restless neighbors crawl over smiles and greetings
Fat grandmothers and skinny grandfathers joke
prepare meals for the unconscious children
Who believe the easy ideas and uncommon sense
That flows through the lines
Houseplants and picnic tables
Anecdotes told a thousand times over
early hilarity smooth condensed milk familiarity
The damp shady car entrance
Far from scheduled public traffic
But close to cave rivers too wide to jump
taxed by dwarf toll agents that look back
at the happy family up the street
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