Martin Cohen was born in the South Bronx somewhere on Simpson Street, went to a Yeshiva on East Broadway and Canal Street, and then lived in the South of Brooklyn, the South of Long Island, The Southern Tier of Upstate New York, The South of Manhattan, and finally South Jersey in Egg Harbor.
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Superb!
Martin, Martin, Martin!
This poem is the bees knees!
Waiting to exhale ;)
Nicely done. :)
Enjoyed this Beauty!
Ah! the aroma!!
Martin, this is a great blend!
Good for the senses…
:-)
Lary
Longer days
and April snow melting
Spring in Wisconsin
What a wonderful combination, Martin! Guaranteed to lay down a lifelong memory :)
ellen, surely you’ve been reading my mind; though in my youth it was:
spring in pennsylvania
longer days
with may snow melting
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isn’t it amazing, so different, every generation’s seasons
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what a mixture, martin; and yet, memoirs in the mind of the beholder…
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cooler dawn
sound of the mockingbird
as autumn nears
furnace running
fragrance of the lily
floats through the house
curtains blossoming fragrance of the citrus~
throughout the room
Ah, tugboats and blossom, what a marvellous coupling!