the house
without my scout knife,
folded
in my
large dungaree
pocket.
a few marbles in case
a game
broke out
in the playground
dirt.
a pack of gum of course,
my short
black comb
to keep my cowlick in
place.
some nickels and dimes,
a quarter
for the ice cream
man.
a clean t-shirt
and a pair of chuck taylors
white
and laced,
though
slightly marred with
green stripes
from the lawn i mowed
yesterday.
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