Those old women Champions of porch gossip Marathon sessions Begun before dawn Ending past dusk Their husbands shaking Their heads If I had a dime for every word That woman has said today I wouldn’t have to Play the lottery They climbed right up Into families’ family trees She was a Kampmeier You know them Oh I know Kampmeiers They made plenty of em That kind of talk Harmless and empty They never thought that Somewhere someone Might be talking about them In a poem say Sort of like this one
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Great write. You drew me right in and surprised me with the twist at the end.