this one time when I was little,
this one hot sunny day.
friends and I were playing across the street;
i wasn't spost to cross _that_ street.
I was 3, maybe 4.
we were playing there across that street
where the circus came into town every fall.
the reason we played there was because of fun we
always had sticking sticks into tar.
I wrecked my pants that day (with tar) and
got an ass whoopin from my my moms for it.
they were my only pair of pants.
when I was lil some motherfucker
gypsy stole my bike too.
I remember them gypsies;
they had a hug fat pig with a curly tail.
tonik.
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