Jibber jabber gobbledee-goo
tittle tattle ingenues
verbosely nosey Velcro verbs
sibilant smacks or lips a purse
wealthy whacks stickball whips
no tweet or talk but mailbox spit
gnawing down our chews of cud
converse with street rubber tongues
pinky-swore on Bazooka gum
summer wonder learning none
we Schwinn & Huffy bike the day
child hood friends what else to say?
(Especially at that age...)
Teeny tiny laughter dust
we race like Del Mar champion studs
no babble trouble wordy sting
our Super 8 remembering
"look no handle bars! "
our arms for wings
young ole boys
California Kings...
(For Jonathan R.)
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