I scream, you scream, we all scream for i leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen

 



It’s my oldest sister Eileens birthday.  I wrote this poem for her. They are demolishing the house on Gay Street in the Village where the original book/movie My Sister Eileen lived. Bad. Sad. Am glad I still have mine.

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