What I want to take from my grandparents house:
Hamburgers in greasy paper bags with french fries and thick chocolate shakes
Downtown
Sunday Dinners
City Chicken
Lake Perch and Bluegill
Fish Fries and Pancake Breakfasts
Halloween
Raking Leaves
The smell of burning leaves in the fall
Community baseball games
The Chicago Cubs
Jigsaw puzzles
Kentucky Fried Chicken
Cokes in the small glass bottles, ice cold on a hot summer day
The front porch
Thunderstorms with lots of lightning in the middle of the night
Souvenirs by John Prine:
All the snow has turned to water
Christmas day has come and gone
Broken toys and faded colors
Are all that's left to linger on
I hate graveyards and old pawnshops
For they always bring me tears
Can't forgive the way they rob me
Of my childhood souvenirs
Memories, they can't be bought'n
They can't be won at carnivals for free
It took me years, to get those souvenirs
And I don't know how they slipped away from me
Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see
That's why last night and this morning
Always look the same to me
I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears
Can't forgive the way they rob me
Of my sweetheart souvenirs
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