the banjos played Dixieland
when my felt hat fell from grace
a little lad sliding beneath the table
scraping that black shiny place
double cheese pizza plaster was
hiding in the long-legged space...
shoes and sandals, and feet and toes
forks and knives and things that slice
the sounds, the scenes, the moments galore
are a mix of memories that one must store.
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