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Babies Out Of The Window before/after fuckin' china doll in dress clothes wanta be shoulda be don't get dirty ----------------- sitting there, through the day watching the world go by through the windows of my father's busines the sun beats down on the parking lot with a smooth easy hand, welcome week release, the weather's broke. Broke? Broke and sobbing, like a lost little boy in a department store, but not yet crying, feeling the elation of true freedom awesome in what it really means, towering like a young man, tall, just grown into his body his destiny spread before him, and I watch as a boy delivers papers with a girl, not yet developed either of them newbies, babies really, knowing nothing of war or pain, just need. Throwing the paper on the porch, having it fall back down again, throwing it again, getting his oversized shoe stuck in the mud as it sticks leaving foot momentarily unprotected, shouting for his white trash escort to wait, and she does the little girl later, walking with little boy, back pack balanced on head, two little girls walking by, talking intently about who knows what, as though they have all the answers in the world. And maybe they do.
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