Growing Up In a CIty

I am from horns and sirens in city streets.

I am from Tyreed and Ty-rude stealing my toys,

And from the police at the neighbors

I am from walking past the jail on the way to the park,

From playing in an old basement.

I am from playing with plastic food in an old fridge.

I am from dancing around to the show high five,

From screaming HI UBYDUBBY!

I am from being called Peepers,

And Rutabaga.

I am from playing in my grandmother’s barn.

I am from the smell of gas.

I am from moving out of the city to Penn Manor.

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