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" WHERE I'M FROM "
I'm from my backyard where the six foot grass is up to your neck. Where the dogs poop is harder than rocks. Where cars don't even move, cob webs fly in your eyes and in your hair.
I'm from my backyard which is known as the jungle of weird. Where trees don't look like trees. Where flees are the size of bees.
I'm from my backyard where dogs don't run around but, instead be terrified of what lurks beyond the six foot grass and flees the size of bees.
I'm from my backyard where you can't even have a party or barbecue, but, what you can do is swim in my grass and get tangled with the water hose's mass.....
WRITTEN BY: RAMIRO ARELLANO JR.
WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO WRITE THIS? WHERE I'M FROM FRESNO, CA THIS IS A CITY WHERE THE WILDEST, SCARY, THINGS HAPPEN !!!
From your mother & father keep up the poetry that comes straight from your heart. You are a great son to have thanks for being you La Li you just as much as your younger brothers we can never love one more than the other 4 brothers 4 ever as one family. Loving you all always forever to infinity and beyond.
Your parents, Ramiro & Agustina Arellano
AGUSTINA GARZA ARELLANO (COPYRIGHT 2010)
Where we come from our neighbor hood!
Comments
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son that is the crazyest thing you written so far now that is a troubled thought it's cool!
ya wanna come and see somethang (James Brown here) totally different and unique and not unlike anything else on these hub pages - come and see the epigramman - the admission is free and flowers to all of the pretty girls who come by.
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thanks for the invite i sure will check your hubs out
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