I see the crowd of happy smiles
I see the impatience growing from the birthday boy
I see the two gray dogs sniffing the cooking meat
I see the neighbors running and playing and running in the middle of the street
I see the man next door watching television in his bedroom
I hear the laughter of children playing in the middle of the street
I hear the loud music coming from the dj
I hear the tiny footsteps of the two gray dogs as they walk by me
I hear the neighbors asking for a plate of meat
I hear the wooden door banging into the wall as people exit the house
I smell the great sense coming from the mexican rice
I smell the stinky smell coming from the dogs urine
I smell the smoke from the lit cigaratte from the man next door
I smell the melted cheese coming from the kitchen
I smell the stinky sense coping from a little girls dirty shoe
I feel the gum stuck at the bottom of my shoe
I feel the hard bump coming from the dj's loud music
I feel the dust fom the ground blow into my face with the air
I feel a sudden headache coming because of the smell of the dusty ground
I feel the hard material that is put together on my seat
I can taste the burned meat
I can taste the perfectly cooked mexican rice
I can taste the disqusting smell from the dogs urine
I can taste my own saliva
I can taste the smoke from the man's ciggarrette next door
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