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Tate Street 1956 (Concrete) by wunboi
Its just a simple street
Cicadas drum their hindsticks
The air, a furnace of eucylpytus perfumed heat
Afternoon , summer ,Nineteen Fifty Six
In the yard big men sit
Beer,my dad, his mates
Between their legs enormous plates
A harvest of fresh........oysters
Remembers, only nine years
Since their defining time
With life so morning real
War days end in tears
A mate was there this morning
A friend with evening gone
In a month his wife is mourning
Since that day his loss they'v born
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Arithmetic Mean: 4.1666665
Weighted score: 4.206188
Overall Rank: 13227
Posted: July 17, 2002 4:49 AM PDT; Last modified: July 17, 2002 4:49 AM PDT
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