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GROUNDHOG SUNDAY STROLL
© Cynthia Hilts
It's Groundhog Sunday Central Park
Old world Sunday parade at the park
Pretty warm for Groundhog Day, but it's still pretty cold
Three wide-bottom moon-faced bleached-blond ladies
Throw bread to the seagulls where the pond didn't freeze yet
In their fur coats and their high heels
How'd those Russian ladies reach the middle of the park?
In their fur coats and their high heels
Groundhog Sunday stroll
History goes like this
Apes eat berries, start a farm
Peasants bake bread, suddenly a call to arms
Mass produced bread and fur farms
An immigrant engineer drives a taxi night and day
Buys a nice fur coat for his wife
A well-defined and ritual display
Of a well-defined and ritual life
Groundhog Sunday stroll
History often goes that way
Groundhog Sunday stroll
Here comes the parade from the pond
Moonface lush-bottomed dames of the pond
Fancy in their high heels, warm in their fur coats
Three grand productions of blond make-upped glory
Squint right past my bench and cosmetically ignore me
It's a fine look for a nice walk
Didn't their little round feet freeze in those high and fancy heels?
It's a good look for a fine stroll
Groundhog Sunday stroll
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GROUNDHOG cont'd
They assess me like this
Three times once over, they glance sideways
The ugliest shoes in New York, a real blond, but the fur is fake
What a wasteland of nature's grace
With musical grace I hack a way through my life each
single day
Big thotz and comfy shoes, they'd never pull
For a sumptuous and haughty achieved Sunday (look)
On a sumptuous and haughtily uncomfortable
Groundhog Sunday stroll
I've often been assessed this way
Why, when they are dressed so silly, do they look so comfortable?
They make my artistic pathos seem like just a crock of bull
They appear to me like pudgy goddesses of ease
Is my life a passion or just angst and plain disease?
I carry on, like this
Free as a spirit, lone as a pearl
Forget the history, cut a new path in the world
Hell of an artist, a tired girl
The excitable piano player with the soul-tiring lifestyle
Herebyputs in a bid for a little trial
Of a well-defined and ritual display for a minute
And a well-defined and ritual life while I'm in it
A sumptuous and haughty achieved Sunday or two
For a sumptuous and naughtily haughty walk with you and you and you
Groundhog Sunday stroll
I often carry on this way
Groundhog Sunday stroll
I could go on and on and on this way
Groundhog Sunday stroll
Is there right or wrong in this?
I guess we can all belong in this
Groundhog Sunday stroll
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