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gift poem for the last barber shop in town
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Pump the Koken's lever, Robert.
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You raise my station in the life
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of Jimmy's Barber Shop
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I'm talking while you trim my top.
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Medium please and tapered.
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Because you speak so little of yourself,
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or about this favored place...
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I'd like to recall, in rambling,
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my own long-gone grand-
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pop! went four of my grandfather's fingers.
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zing! ripped the tablesaw blade, half-
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taking poor "PB's" misplaced digits.
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Dr. PB Welch made his own office furniture;
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you know, of Spanish Mission style,
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in keeping with Coral Gables' original theme.
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That's why PB quit his clinic next door
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to Jimmy's; Jimmy's -- from then to now
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the only shop in the Gables good for chops.
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Yes!
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Jimmy's Barber Shop
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a haircut or shave and never a bleed
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Say, now that I think this out,
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I'm quite sure that my dad's Pappy sat here
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in this 1914 barbers' chair.
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Funny, to realize just now, PB gained his own degree
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in the same year this perch was created:
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University of Ill., '14.
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I never met that man, understand, PB died six decades ago.  
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I like this a lot, that he conversed with Jimmy,
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from this very chair.
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You are good for me, Robert.
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You listen well and reply softly
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for the little of interest I say
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I'm feeling family in my gut;
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through my rump, like Paul Brown Welch.
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Another pump of the handle, Robert?
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What's that, Robert  --  ghosts?
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Yes, PB's still here.
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You and Jimmy are our hosts.
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Unlike myself you don't talk so much;
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friend Robert, you listen and nod
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and say "That's nice" a lot.
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hair never stops growing
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Robert and Jimmy have been here for a while;
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for seventy five years, in fact.  And into the future
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at PB's shop, at my shop, on this spot,
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All Come to The City Beautiful's most venerable place
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for meeting friends, for refinding pasts
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in this present and temporary day.
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~
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Say, Robert:
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About that gentleman you just had in this chair;
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that fellow before me-  with the thick head of hair.
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Say, like you did for that kid, if you please,
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yes, I'd really enjoy a lollipop and
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for all of this, I thank you.
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Robert Reid Welch
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23 Dec 05

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Could be good, but the bolded parts seem gaudy - a solid piece of work stands without.
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