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hey now

Contributed by frohemiasweetie on Tuesday, 6th July 2004 @ 04:45:21 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



Hey now,
How long has it been
Since I was kicking my brothers ankle
Under the table at dinner?
Sitting in almost miniature wooden chairs
Little tykes was but a blueprint
Asking for adult intervention cuz he keep
LOOKING AT ME
Thrown a cup of water on the hopscotch board
I just composed
Way before we supposed
skillet was a street invention
I lived as a prisoner of mamas private menu
And I ate what she made
cuz it was always good food
And we had two baths at the passings of
Mister Sweltering Sun
U betcha, it was
Powder on the neck
Vaseline on the elbows and knees
Pink oil moisturizer in my hair
I had no idea
that it was privilege not to hafta
eat at McDonalds
I was just jealous of everyone elses happy meal toys
And I was employed full time to just
Pass it idly
And I went into Grandmas Cedonia backyard every Sunday
Digging for china
Searching for mantises meditating
And hunting succulent honeysuckles
Nowhere to hide from to the sun
But did we want to?
I never knew then that life would
Run over and not even wait up for me
And stab me in the back
Knocking me down into the trashcan
Then
Hey now,
How long has it been
Since I played I declare war all the way to the end?








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Re: hey now (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 6th July 2004 @ 07:15:42 PM AEST
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I got nice visuals from that childhood scenery. I wish I could get back all the time I spent on some things too...


Re: hey now (User Rating: 1 )
by Drapes on Monday, 6th March 2006 @ 09:20:24 PM AEST
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Great poem! Really brought me back to my childhood....or my earlier childhood I guess you could say. Good memories...
Anyway, great write!
-Drapes


Re: hey now (User Rating: 1 )
by kassi124 on Saturday, 30th October 2010 @ 03:21:44 PM AEST
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nicely done




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