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Skate-board 

Squeams

Can ne-ver

Re-place the 

HIGHRR screams,

See-Sawing 

My memories.


Putting Me

Back atop 

One of those

Truck tire 

Chained

Mon-stros-ity.

In Cerrito Park,

Yonkers 1980 


A regular 

Saturday

Activity-Where 

Actions of

Far-off

Fantasy reached

Nauti-cal

Reality.


From far right

Junior- Wayne,

Next-Me 

Then Jimm-y.

Lattys with

4 Friends,

To Brothers

Left of me.


8 we All

On a ride 

Built for 3.

Lattys pull-ing,

Till Our backs 

Touched the sky-while

Bended knee Friends

Clung op-pos-it-ely.


Increasing speed

While gain-ing lift.

We all made the

Tire tumble,

Carousel-ing a-drift.

To where We’re

Angl-ing o-ver

The horizon.


Pumping-Then

Pulling violently.

8 Human Oars 

Paddl-ing

Rhyth-mic-ally 

On the open sea.

Pirates of Cerrato

It felt to Me.


Jerking its

Wooden mast,

From swing and tweak.

The Tenor chains

Feel the strain,

-As All Our 

Falsettos peak,

“ HIGHRR!! “


Yep!


Skate board jumps

Can never bring, 

Such exhilerat-ing 

Choral-ling as

Heave- Ho-ing,

Bros and Friends

Bring to 

Metal chained tire swing.
























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