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I wrote something about you
Sunday, March 1, 2009
I remember the place by the river
where Uncle Dan taught me how to shoot guns
and Grandma helped me name the tadpoles
and we'd float downstream in black rubber inner-tubes
and I'd always come home to the city with my fingers smelling like dirt and worms.
We'd chase after butterflies for what seemed like hours
and upon crushing their wings and killing them
we'd look their pictures up in the nature book and discover they were actually moths,
but we'd put them in jars anyway
and pretend like they had a chance of surviving.
We'd burn large crackling fires in deep pits
and throw styrofoam plates and cups into them
and roast marshmallows and hot dogs in the poisonous fumes.
We'd make torches on the end of sticks
and dance around like it was Lord of the Flies or something.
And those were the best times of our lives.
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