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My Mother's Father
Martin Halpern — May 1956
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My Mother’s father, crippled and seventy,
Waited for death on the living room
couch
And passed the time by reading Spinoza.
That Spring was coming he knew by the
clamor
Of boys below in the street, and the
bounce
Of their ball against pavement and building
and headache.
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