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      Six O'clock Whistle   Everyday the six   o'clock whistle would blowThe location of the whistle was a few   blocks
 Away from the house I called home all my life
 Until I moved out   however the house my father
 Once lived was located right at the corner   where
 The six o'clock whistle blew each & everyday
 And could be heard   on the hill & down in town
 During the winter months it may have   indicated
 A start of a street hockey game until homework
 Or in the summer   months signify the calming of
 A brilliant dusk above the river & over the   valley
 I loved the town I grew-up in and parents still live
 My father   settled there after leaving a little village
 In Italy as did a lot of others   did from his village
 Settling in the same town or neighboring towns   and
 Providing me with the fortunate and secure sense
 Of good friends &   family I learned to love & respect
 My mother grew-up in this town as well   and also
 Had a large network of family and friends who were
 Active and   also provided me with security and love
 Nowadays I live just a few towns over   and up the river Where there are also big hills & trains that run   along And there is a whistle that blows at 9:45 p.m. for Some sort of   curfew, I believe, and I live closer to it And our dog barks and howls   everytime he hears it
 Which makes my wife say he acts like it's the   first
 I miss the six o'clock whistle and hearing it howl
 While inside my   parent's home watching local news
 Yet indeed I'm quite certain I'd miss the   9:45 too
 
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