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    Where I Lived

    Where I lived you didn’t need calendars and warm weather to note that the seasons were changing, I could simply tell by the smells in the atmosphere which lingered throughout my home when the fresh breeze brought it in through the windows I remember my dreams at night being disturbed because someone was constantly blasting their music and if they weren’t I could hear people nearby talking loudly But then All of a sudden as the barbecue scents grew obsolete, the music softened, the robins beautifully chirping out my window sung lower, I knew winter and fall were approaching. The neighbors appeared less, mother made us wear socks to bed,…

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    Growing Up

    Growing up is fun at first, when you’re little you measure how tall you’re getting, how smart you’re becoming & realize soon enough you’ll be the conductor of your own life– you rush your days saying “grown-up” phrases doing “grown -up” things, & ignore the comments that youth are a person’s best days but gradually the bills stack a little higher on the kitchen table, your morning coffee isn’t enough to sustain you throughout the day and all your time has come and go and when grown-up is what you have to be, you finally appreciate what it meant to contain the innocence of a child.

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    there is always that one person who just has to be the bully/ knocking children out, taking lunch money name calling etc. I have to admit they were good at it too/ never getting caught, picking the most opportune times and the right prey– my friend Sarah said she couldn’t wait ‘til school was done/ adults never had bullies/ Sammy, a co-worker begs to differ/ he says the new boss has his ways. how about evolving into a tree, I asked little Sarah– she shook her head/ that’s worse she said/ trees can’t fight back and the wind never stops blowing.