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BB GUN

set out pots to catch the leaks

money's gone until next week

baby's room is hot as hell

fill the sink to get him chill

beans and cornbread

powdered moo

Peanut butter

Kool-aid, too

poor weren't never all that bad

hand-me-downs just make me sad

ricky's big ol' jeans ain't cool

fight them bullies after school

mom, i want a BB gun

shoot their butts and make 'em run
javalini
Written by javalini
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https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-vacant-lot/
I started writing about the little house I grew up in and wound up with this poem.
The house fell down, the memories are indelible.
I never...
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-vacant-lot/
I started writing about the little house I grew up in and wound up with this poem.
The house fell down, the memories are indelible.
I never was much for fisticuffs, nor did I ever I get a BB gun to shoot at my tormentors.
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