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Driving A Cardboard Automobile Without A License

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Driving a cardboard automobile without a license
      at the turn of the century
   my father ran into my mother
                  on a fun-ride at Coney Island
         having spied each other eating
             in a French boardinghouse nearby
            And having decided right there and then
                           that she was right for him entirely
   he followed her into
                           the playland of that evening

         where the headlong meeting
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Rajnish Manga 30 August 2018

I must be thankful to MIchael Walker for recreating the magic of this poem through its French Translation. I have found it quite captivating. Hats off to Lawrence Ferlinghetti.

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Michael Gale 28 February 2007

Ah yes-to remember days gone past of sweet childhood memories met with fondness of the heart. Great poem Sir word of the light. God bless all poets-MJG.

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