When i was a kid
I grew up in a house
on a hill
not the top not the bottom
but the middle
and i still remember
where i crack my head
in a vacant lot
theres a row of tiny
houses there now and
and we use to light fires in
the gutters and i could
cool my head on the concrete
steps but the girl down the
street hit my sister on the head
with a stick and we hid behind
my father as he knocked on
her parents door to tell
them what she did.
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