Can you smell him?
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he smells like mothballs.
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can you feel that net?
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i was so young then.
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he grew old and couldn’t play with them.
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and my brother would always give them away
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to the man with the jungle in his backyard
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and a train set in his garage.
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you see, no one drove us then,
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and his mother broke her hip three times.
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serves her right.
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her son killed monarchs,
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and other things i liked to watch fly.
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Trudy Pushpin
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| Evergreen |
