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Aug 2015
Yard work
Just another weekend worked off again
Yard work
Just something to protect against
Yard work
Just had to check in again
My clothes are ruined
My water hose busted then made an ocean
My siblings ran outside and began to swim
How could this be?
Yard work
Summertime will end again
And I will be back inside
Who's controlling this outside these walls?
These days will never die off alone
My green pants are thrown away
My white shirt was burned away from home
The sun had shown up with nobody, the clouds were gone
Yard work
Our troubles will begin again
Yard work
K G
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K G  21/M/Long Island
(21/M/Long Island)   
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