it swings down the street
on long sticky of strands of
she saaaid whaaaat.
and it sticks to the mouth
of all the slack-jawed children
with a sweet sugar sting
to fill up those cavities
bouncing around in they empty heads
like rubberball fireworks
till it explodes off their hands
and the clap clap telegraph
begins again
she said she said
she said husssssssh
she said she said
-You better not miss that bus-
and husssssh.
the street is silent again.
But when she sasses...
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