This entry is part 7 of 12 in the series Ode To Brooklyn
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My Dearest Brooklyn

An Anne G Original

A jukebox of memories in my head,

dearest Brooklyn, you and me.

Lanky boys with cow-licked locks,

freckled girls and ponytails.

Big black cars with white-walled tires;

scooters, bicycles - roller skates.

Chalk stained streets and made-up games;

marbles, sticks and bottle caps.

A skip, a hop, some soda pop;

memories at a nickels' drop.

The sun, the moon - a silly tune;

dearest Brooklyn, you and me.

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Why write?

I write because I am:

Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.

My intention:To poke, prod and provoke!

"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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