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Seven Doors, seven choices.
Not good at making choices.
My weak point.
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Panic sets in.
None call to me…
I look up Westeros,
I don’t think so !
Hogwarts.  Overdone.
Camelot…the Kennedys.
Middle Earth.  Too out of my realm of thinking right now
Neverland … scary…I never really related to children
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Sigh.  BIG SIGH.
I’m going thru the door at the Kennedy’s.
There is a place that I would find interesting.
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I open the door.  Peek in.
There is beauty all around.
Birds singing,
trees and flowers in bloom.
Perfection.
It’s women in hats and gloves,
men in silk suits
and ties. 
Little girls in flouncy dresses,
curls in their hair,
patent leather Mary Jane shoes.
Boys in fancy  blue striped ticking overalls
(I call them railroad engineer style)
and dress up shirts,
wearing saddle shoes.
The houses were all the same,
Bungalows or capes,
with neat manicures lawns,
perfect landscaping
and dogs that minded.
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Cars were fancy and clean…
and quiet.
No hot rodding on the street.
At the shore, the yachts
for weekend rides thru the park…
It would be Boston Common…
I can see it now.
The bandstand, the music,
the picnics tables,
walking paths.
Just like a Norman Rockwell cover.
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And, then,
THEN
I close the door.
I’d been there once.
Norman Rockwell didn’t live there.
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It wasn’t as happy
as perfection seems to the
onlooker.
It took WORK to be clean
and well dressed.
And those grass stains
were a four letter … no it’s
a five letter word..
to get out of clothes. 
I remember not to scuff
my shoes,
or loose my white gloves…
what kid has WHITE gloves
after five minutes ?
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Mom and Dad loved dressing up
and keeping up with the Jone’s.
(who ever the “Jone’s” are !)
No one would admit it took
a lot to keep the House and
Garden looks…
or is it House Beautiful ?
Wash on Monday
Iron on Tuesday
Etc Etc.
It was endless washing windows
not only on the inside,
but outside too…
what a shame to be known for
dirty windows on the outside
of your house.
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It was nice to have a hero President,
rocking chair and all.
A first lady who never not rumpled,
perfect hair, hat always in place.
and neither did the kids ever get
dirty or messy with grass stains
or wrinkles in their clothes.
Did their dog ever bark ?
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I’ll close the door on Camelot
in my thoughts, too
…. it was a fantasy then,
and really is now.
I have one of those bungalows,
it’s not as fine as the ones
just saw,
but a spot of tea,
on the porch,
watching the traffic go by,
(unless a school day…it’s
really entertaining to see how
the kids are dressed,
or the toddlers heading off
to preschool, with backpacks
and lunch boxes.
At recess the young-uns
don’t join hands to stay together
like the days of Camelot…
now they have a rope,
and it’s “kids on a rope”
traipsing by
still fun to watch,
knowing they’ll look for
Camelot some day.
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.———————————————————Kellie Elmore’s

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