were always worried about
kids
getting tetanus shots.
as they should
have been.
they stood at the door
with cotton
balls and
alcohol.
we were always
bleeding,
scratched, cut,
bruised.
summer was all out war in
the neighborhood.
thorns
and bushes, tin cans,
splinters,
rusty nails, fist fights,
and fences with sharp
prongs,
rabid
dogs running loose
with teeth
like wolves.
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