Rusty Old Swing Down the street a boy liked bird houses. I came around to watch him build. In his garage skinned squirrels were on a wall. Every one of them he caught and killed. I lost my soul a million times. Nothing every came my way. All them fucking hours I wasted. drinking up my take home pay. In my back yard was a rusty old swing. I scraped my…
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