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Don’t Be a Stranger
The Trailways dropped me at Sheaffer’s Café
I walked a few blocks to Mixson’s Minimax
Where I used to bag groceries after school
And telephoned my mom to come get me
While I was waiting next to the dog food
Which was next to fussy Mr. Pryor’s office
someone asked:
“Ain’t seen you lately. Where’ve ya been?”
“Viet-Nam.”
“Has it been that long?”
“I guess.”
“I need that sack of Purina, okay?”
“Excuse me.” I moved my seabag out of the way.
“So I guess you seen some action over there.”
“I guess.”
“I gotta go. Don’t be a stranger.”
