Kicking Leaves
Since day one,
science was no fun.
In kindergarten I was asked
to pick up leaves real fast.
Maple, oak and pine,
I didn t care, not this time.
Pick up leaves you say?
Well, for my work how much wills you pay?
I told my mother my ridiculous...
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Kicking Leaves
Since day one,
science was no fun.
In kindergarten I was asked
to pick up leaves real fast.
Maple, oak and pine,
I didn t care, not this time.
Pick up leaves you say?
Well, for my work how much wills you pay?
I told my mother my ridiculous tasks at hand,
she smiled and handed me a bucket and a map of the land.
Don t get me wrong, I did as I was told,
Not pleased, the streets I trolled.
On my search I went,
looking for leaves, even in my vent.
I didn t want to go too far,
so I tried underneath the car.
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