Uncle Maga spent an hour with me, just showing me how to throw,
Back and forth, back and forth, the gap between us started to grow.
My neck and arm started to hurt,
But fewer and fewer catches landed in the dirt.
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Back and forth, back and forth, the gap between us started to grow.
My neck and arm started to hurt,
But fewer and fewer catches landed in the dirt.
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I felt great to have an awesome, strong, grown-up friend.
We heard the tinkling of the Ice Cream truck beats,
And agreed it was time to get some cold treats.
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We then go get some patriotic Bomb Pops.
Sitting, enjoying our popicles and the beautiful day.
Uncle Maga watches out for people not acting the right way.
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Head scarves, hoodies, rainbows, and books are all red flags of the offending.
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And the only way to protect ourselves is to heed the 3rd Reich’s righteous sermon.
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But he’s interrupted when a group of saggy-pants teens started playing with our football.
Uncle Maga didn’t take a beat to think,
He was up and headed towards them before I had a chance to blink.
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I saw our football lying where he left it, between the green grass and the sun.
I yelled at Uncle that we’d been wrong and begged him to stop,
But he was so big and strong, I couldn’t get his gun to drop.
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