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Thirty Yards

I stood thirty yards away

Looking on, but couldn’t see your face

I heard your screams

And I saw your knees wading in the river beneath dad’s grave

Your brittle heart in his big blue shirt

Wounded to the core

I witnessed your hurt

Screaming, ‘Why!’ toward God with stained needs at your lover’s grave.

Then a shriek, “Why Dave!”

From that moment on, I could never bother you.

Eight-year-old logic said, “I got this.”

Decided to do it on my own.

Eight years of age, and already grown -- hh joy dionne

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Mud babies

Stay paid, stay hazy

Plus got creativity

So we dig our way to the top!

Can’t stop

Blazin’

Envy they burn with

We only earned it -hh joy dionne