Poem -
Kings Tales
Blocks upon blocks,
of cars double parked,
and stoops occupied
with preoccupied souls.
Here, in south Brooklyn
the old church bell tolls.
And in his bright eyes
and innocent smile
rehearing the tales
of old Dad had told
were suddenly
never so tall after all.
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