Today I was jump on a old bed I find in some sand is make me go so high in the airs. I try for reach them clouds but I just miss them I guess. The squeak of it was bother Jack in him ears.
I have a think about them kids I seen play they games and member when was I a brat and a slave of Honcho Uno. Most times play a game was get you shot there but some times them guards was not watch because roll they dice and I so quiet play some hopscotch in the kitchen. It was make my feets happy then and now too.
Then I hang on my bars just stare at Fissure and look for them buzzards come back. I am wonder if them birds are all ate up I never see them no more. I hang there for the long time just have a think about nothing. Is nice for a change.
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