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 by BOKE
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TPF / FRAGMENT {1 of 12} -- by BOKE

{TPF_4_01} A TOWN SQUARE COUNTRY COURT HOUSE. AFTERNOON.

{TPF_4_02} Al Gore's town meeting drew a hundred folks.

{TPF_4_03} His father paved his road into the room --

{TPF_4_04} not talent for persuasion or good jokes.

 
{TPF_4_05} His stepping stones in place, he walked them well

{TPF_4_06} enough -- with discipline, and with desire.

{TPF_4_07} And I sat silently -- a private hell

{TPF_4_08} of list'ning to his wooden words expire . . .

 
{TPF_4_09} . . . without a trace in memory. His smile

{TPF_4_10} of honest public service, his warm hand

{TPF_4_11} remains a kindness in a world whose style

{TPF_4_12} of power is a scowl and a demand . . .

 
{TPF_4_13} . . . to not resist the pull of those in charge.

{TPF_4_14} Stand back, small people, for those living large.