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Oh how I long;
To again be young.
A child to play;
Freely night and day.
To very easily tire;
Of the political wire.
And aloud to sleep;
Without trouble to creep.
To not even care;
Of what to wear.
Or give a dime;
To the passing time.
To be forever eight;
Would probably be great.
But then forever waiting;
To ever be dating.
- by Alustrial777 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/31/2010 |
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- Title: Child
- Artist: Alustrial777
- Description: I was babysitting when I made this poem. Children really do fascinate me~
- Date: 07/31/2010
- Tags: child young naive free
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