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we used to take the kayak down the river behind our house to play tricks in the mud of the ******* and with more grace than I thought achievable you would cartwheel past the highway bridge that served as boundary set by our parents and you would laugh and I would laugh and the whole ******* world would laugh till dinner time when we'd trudge in mud swept and weary smiling and happy now I can't touch the ****** kayak it's overgrown with vegetation and nest to dead reptiles while older but still graceless I stand on our dock thinking about childhood seems rushed like watching from one of those cars on the bridge flashing by looking down and then backwards at two kids playing in mud you're moving into real life and me dragged not far behind I don't even know if you still remember that horrible ******* or those endless family dinners but I do and somehow we both made it you always three and a half steps ahead of me so thank you maybe you weren't so bad after all
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Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 1:15 PM UTC
Of Sister and Brother
we used to take the kayak down the river behind our house to play tricks in the mud of the ******* and with more grace than I thought achievable you would cartwheel past the highway bridge that served as boundary set by our parents and you would laugh and I would laugh and the whole ******* world would laugh till dinner time when we'd trudge in mud swept and weary smiling and happy now I can't touch the ****** kayak it's overgrown with vegetation and nest to dead reptiles while older but still graceless I stand on our dock thinking about childhood seems rushed like watching from one of those cars on the bridge flashing by looking down and then backwards at two kids playing in mud you're moving into real life and me dragged not far behind I don't even know if you still remember that horrible ******* or those endless family dinners but I do and somehow we both made it you always three and a half steps ahead of me so thank you maybe you weren't so bad after all
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Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 1:15 PM UTC
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