Four score and seven years ago,
was 1932. There was a depression
and designs around the world.
Some people were well enough.
Near as I can tell, my father’s folk
were all right with government
positions and a salary. My mother’s
people struggled on farms in
Tennessee. I don’t think they were
sharecroppers, though for their
state they might as well have been.
Wringing a chicken once a week
was for a feast of sustenance.
Oranges and walnuts were treats at
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