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Grubby little hands and sugar encrusted mouths leaving chocolate hugs and kisses on a white Hanes t-shirt in a late summer sun the man in the stained shirt laughs telling stories until you laugh too, so hard you roll in the grass with your brother streaking your denim knees green and you beg him to play with you just one more game, please! because he is the best at everything as close as you can get to invincible and when he picks you up at the end of the day tickles you, herds you inside you can smell the lawn mower grease and the shellac from his shop and the peppermint, always the peppermint, from the gum that snaps! in his mouth then before you know it you’re sitting shotgun in his rusted pickup the radio singing classic rock like always windows rolled down hat perched back on his head whistling through his teeth like always but you’re on a new road and your boxes are packed in the back and when he hugs you you feel like the little girl that you’re not anymore and you’re not quite ready to say goodbye
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Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 12:36 AM UTC
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Grubby little hands and sugar encrusted mouths leaving chocolate hugs and kisses on a white Hanes t-shirt in a late summer sun the man in the stained shirt laughs telling stories until you laugh too, so hard you roll in the grass with your brother streaking your denim knees green and you beg him to play with you just one more game, please! because he is the best at everything as close as you can get to invincible and when he picks you up at the end of the day tickles you, herds you inside you can smell the lawn mower grease and the shellac from his shop and the peppermint, always the peppermint, from the gum that snaps! in his mouth then before you know it you’re sitting shotgun in his rusted pickup the radio singing classic rock like always windows rolled down hat perched back on his head whistling through his teeth like always but you’re on a new road and your boxes are packed in the back and when he hugs you you feel like the little girl that you’re not anymore and you’re not quite ready to say goodbye
cortnicofficuss
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Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 12:36 AM UTC
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