where did I go
with endless happiness and joy I relish in the mud and grass,
not thinking about how i will have to clean my ass,
as i take my final tumble i begin to tire some more,
but i dont let it faze me as i know i can last till one score,
until my mind starts to race and i can finally see my face,
i face i do not recognize,
a face i see no more.
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