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HOME ON MONTANA AVENUEOut front on the grey stepsTwo boys sit in blue pin stripedDouble breasted suits andGrey Homburg hats withHigh starched collar shirtsHand painted silk tiesIncongruousOn ones so young.My brother grandfatherWould take fishingOff Montrose HarborWhere I rememberThem catching striped bassBut I would toddle alongBehind him to the Cook County Public Library,They'd bring home hot tamalesFrom the street vendorOn their way with pickled chiliGreen peppers in a jarThat burned my tongueWhen I ate every oneGrandmother found meWandering in and outOf the pantry whereThe quart of Wild TurkeyWas kept now nearly emptyAnd put me straight to bedAnother survivor
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