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Jun 2014
We grew up together
I pulled your hair, you kicked my shins...repeatedly....with vigour
I taught you to skateboard
You taught me to tip cows....make a rope swing and cheat at kiss chase
I taught you to roll cigarettes
You taught me to shoot whiskey, drop acid and roll joints
I took you to the fairground
You took me to an illegal rave and screamed RUN!!! when the police arrived
Years between us, you older, me younger
Yet here I am, the bad influence
While your **** smells of roses!
I showed you my writing
You gave me directions....here
I will always be grateful for that
I will always be grateful for you.
My cousin has always been a little wild but I adore her for it, she shaped my youth in her own unique way, we are both grown now but still I linger under her wing, just in case of emergency and in case some shins need kicking.
Ryan Jakes
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Ryan Jakes  Dorset
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