thirty days over 100
and
the country was in a terrible fix.
You borrowed just ten dollars
and a dress
of red and white dotted swiss.
You drove ninety miles to the south
to the judge’s house, for which you didn’t miss.
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The same place as your mother was married,
and she tore her silk dress on the way in.
An omen, my grandma always said,
not a good way for a marriage to begin.
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Yours I know was better,
twenty-five dollars a month for an apartment in the shade.
When the two were joined together,
who knew that it was me,
that would ultimately be made!
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