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Her Porch Swing
When she was just a girl, that porch swing swung all summer.
And as a debutante, the men had leaned upon the rail, their hats in hand, for just a chance to swing with her. But none of them was perfect, so she’d waited.
Later men would saunter by: tip their hats from salt and pepper heads and say, “Good day.” But all of them were married, so she’d waited.
But then that seat got broke and then that chain got rusted, and when they just came by in hearses, well–she took that porch swing down.