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Town Halls Turn Angry



I remember

Long summer days

And quiet, tree-lined streets

Filled with friendly neighbors


Who smiled often and spoke kindly.


My mother

Was a Republican

Who didn't always support

Her Grand Old Party,



She did help elect

The first woman mayor

In our City by the Bay.


I don't remember

Angry crowds

Acting out poorly,

Or feeling threatened in any way -


Just respectful adults

Doing their homework

And sharing information

Before entering a booth


That held all of our dreams.


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