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the leaf blower man
A piercing pain takes over my head
like someone pulling back my fingers
and not letting go
EEERRRRRRRR

The blower man blows imaginary leaves through the halls
The sight of him makes my mouth sour
and my skin turns hot
My feeble body rolls over to get a peak.
EEEEEERRRRRRRR

There he is, headphones, dirty and laughing,
ruining a young morning
The dew still clings to the grass
and the sun just woke up
and is angrily peeking over the trees
to take a look
EEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRR

The blower man wakes the world up
like a drill sergeant with no soldiers
EEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRR

I cover my ears
but the noise travels through my hands
EEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

I yank open my window
"Hey Blower Man,"
but my voice fails me
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My head is burning
so I count to ten
but I can't hear my voice

tap tap tap
The throbbing in my head begins to fade
My clinched fists are no longer white

tap tap tap tap

ERRRRRRR ERRRRR ERRRRR
I crawl to the window
that's dotted with drops of water

tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
ERRRR ERRRrrrrrrrr

The Blower Man looks up at the sky
As if to say, "try and stop me."
ERrrrrrrrrrrrr

The rain comes down in sheets,
like someone pouring a bucket filled with the ocean,
tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

The Blower Man stands there
drenched, dirty and angry
Across the road, I see neighbors watching
under their covered patios
Cars stop and shine their headlights
on the Blower Man

The brave ones come out of their homes
sheltered by umbrellas.
And suddenly, a choir of claps can be heard
Cheers of joy and relief
The sound of justice

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