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Little Kids


Little kids play games

Based on their favorite book series

Playing tag round the tree

Laughing for eternities

 

Little kids begin to leave

Groups torn apart so slowly

Start over, all again

Forget about old best friends

 

Little kids grow up

Learn to curse and hate the world

So bright yet so cold

Old books shoved behind the shelves

 

Little kids now stand tall

Wishing they were still small

Playing tag round the tree

Laughing for eternity.

 
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