Opening the door, she stood,
Waiting for the train.
From Howell Street to Oliver.
Blocking out the cloudy rain..
The windows weren't open,
And she made a quick remark
How hot it was on Oliver,
Across the street from the children's park
Different kinds of people were passing in the sun.
All the Catholic charities apparently like smoking guns...
Survivors of the Holocaust with letters of Judaic bent,
ALEF, BEIS and GIMMEL,
The first three letters of the HEBRAIC ALPHABET...
And as she waited patiently for someone down the road,
Some kids were playing freeze tag, and she was dining all alone...
Never make mistakes, she said, to no one else at all,
And every game of solitaire passed through her mind after the fall.

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