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We Are TomboysOld tees,
Dirty baseball cap,
This is what a Tomboy is.
TomboyShe prefers pink,
I prefer green.
She prefers high heels,
I prefer sneakers.
She likes skin tight, frilly shirts,
I prefer baggy tees.
She wears bracelets,
I wear wrist bands.
She's afraid to get down and dirty,
I love to get a little dirty.
She hates video games,
WHAT!? ARE YOU INSANE! I LOVE VIDEO GAMES!!!!!!
She is boy crazy,
I just like hanging out and being friends with the dudes.
She hates sports,
I'm a sports fanatic,
She is in love with herself,
She's a girly girl,
I'M A TOMBOY.
Shooting StarI'm gazing at the sky above,
Full of stars,
I'm reminiscing in the sweet memories of yesterday....
Then, I see it.
It's not a plane, it's not a jet,
It's a shooting star!
I watch as it's fiery orange tail shoots through the shy,
Creating a breath taking sight,
I wish upon this shooting star,
This shooting star meant for me,
I think of all the things could wish for,
But there is only one thing I truly want,
All I wish for is you,
I wish to see you,
You are my only wish....
I've Got You, You've Got MeWe can't love each other, just yet,
We can't date each other yet,
But no one said we couldn't like each other,
No one said we couldn't have feelings for each other,
No one said we couldn't hang out secretly in woods, all alone,
We may be apart in distance,
But we are together at heart,
I've got your back,
And you've got mine,
I'm here for you,
You're here for me,
We've got each other to hold onto,
I've got you,
You've got me.
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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