Rolling down a hill of fresh cut watermelon
rinds and dodge ball on the blacktop that burned
your feet if you went without shoes, blue bells
cockle shells shouting as the unturned
rope sings california oranges fifty cents a pack
and skinned faces stop to straighten limp curls
jimmy's in a fight with johnny and jack
is throwing green apricots at the girls
again, hopscotch freeze tag you're it you're out
of your knick-knack paddy-wack give the dog a whirl
little two little three little indians, four
And then there were none. except for a boy
with a leg that was too short an a girl
everyone called Kraut.
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