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I am from the bitter cold in the freezer,
On the lid of my chocolate ice cream,
From the flame in the fireplace,
And from the bowling ball,
Rolling down the lane.
I am from the magnolia tree,
The Dutch elm,
Whose long-gone limbs I remember,
As if they were my own.
I am from the candied peanuts,
At the corner store,
From “squeeze my finger” at the doctor’s office,
And the soupy pumpkin pie,
Rice-A-Roni and French fries in my kid-dad’s kitchen.
I am from the Brady Bunch,
And Cosby Show,
From Led Zeppelin; the stairway to heaven,
Tiddlywinks,
Black licorice,
And Hubba Bubba bubble gum.
I am from the dust that collects on
A brown photo album,
The love in your heart.
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