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Family Dollar’s Side
Family Dollar’s Side
By June Penolio
We hang outside to get a ride at Family Dollar’s side We don’t have a home at night we roam We beg for money they think it’s funny We’re dirty like a dog blind at the evening fog We’re bulls fighting for territory when we get one we don’t have to worry The dogs barks at me telling me to go away but I did something to make them go away That’s how we live our life at Family Dollar’s side