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Rewind, Frolic, and Happiness


When days are dreadful and they drag one down,

The act of finding bliss is cumbersome.

A time where the world was your own playground,

Playtime came before personal income.

Far away. Go back. Rewind.

Play! Press play on your life and go back today.

Call up a friend, run and play hide and seek,

Go back to days where you did not have to “slay”

To make it; where diversity’s unique.

It’s closer. Go now. Frolic.

Do not worry about those that tell you

That your behavior is too childish.

Who are they to tell YOU what’s askew?

When they call you “mindless”, call them “heartless.”

You’re there. It’s there. Happiness.

Being a child is not ignorance,

But kind and happy; there’s the difference. 

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