I fought Garth.
If any landed,
punches thrown.
She watched and wondered
matter of men swing at tree limbs.
Tree grow out of the concrete
on a path and fence
From the tracks.
She's French kisser.
Heads pointed 2:00 and 7:00.
We go right into it
with fists limbs to stir.
Began summer
bedlam.
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