| Outside of Vons
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| Gabrielle and I crouched behind her dad’s Plymouth Duster
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| Sharing Ding Dongs
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| With chocolate smeared on both our chins and noses
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| Her Dad wore a frown as he
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| Dragged me in to say sorry to the manager who made me walk
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| Around in shiny handcuffs
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| He grabbed the microphone announced my story
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| No longer drawing on the wall or pooping in the trash can
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| A three-year-old red-handed thief and anyone could guess
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| Someday I’d get
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| Kicked Out Kicked Out of Kindergarten Kicked Out
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| I started school
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| Saw the principal for crimes like blowing bubbles in milk or
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| Having mud fights or spitting on blonde braided Karen Edwards
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| «Next time you’ll get swats,» he growled I’d be good for a week
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| Until one day, the red… plastic box said «pull» I had to pull it
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| The ringing bells poured kids out every building
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| The office lady cried out «There's a family that’s burning
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| While all the fire trucks race here to douse your false alarm.»
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| That day I was Kicked Out…
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| Is it my genes? |
| Or some faulty wiring in my head?
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| Maybe mom skipped church one week when she was sixteen
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| And I’m her punishment
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| All through my schools
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| Every teacher knew my name on the first day of class
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| I learned the paddle hung on the office wall was not symbolic
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| At ten voted president but then impeached for a peace
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| Sign I flashed in the 6th grade panoramic student photo
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| I got 3 days to contemplate my outlook
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| My Mom told me repent and read The Miracle of Forgiveness
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| But how could I start fresh and join upright society?
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| I knew I was Kicked Out… |