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Tiny Twigs Ma's garden
two feet of peace boys will be
stomping on any
color that comes from the dirt
From the air, across the sea
ma they don't know, the boys are coming Two and fro
building a home above our door
I want to move
and every year you I ask you when
From the air, across the sea
ma they don't know the boys are coming Words and Music ©1999 by Kaitlyn ni Donovan Kaitlyn's Notes: I in my preteen years lived in a low income housing project full of drunks and glue sniffersin Alaska. My mom whould try to grow a flower bed to pretty up the shit hole that this place was. Without fail the neighborhood boys would always stomp and destroy it any signs of garden progress. Beautiful little birds in the spring would build a nest above our door only to have the boys put a fire cracker in it and blow it to bits. I really really hated living there. I left home at 16 to escape.
8:16 PM
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