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Growing Up
Growing up that age,we‘ve grown out Of mothers bosom into streets, With sown leather that bounces Up and down among us, Gone far and wide, swimming in lakes Of Spirogyra green and tea brown water, Caught the silvery tilapia and slippery heels as game, And sold them for bread, Self inflicted hungered, afflicted; Though large ladles were waiting, The rowdy rascal would returned With impunity and stumped to their leftover; And Shepherds echoed and neigh expressed Our wandering out and about. Now that we 've outgrown, We have left such things that made a lad again, And looked toward the future When we would be father-like To little ones, We shall spit out and bellow nothing to naughty While to them the beds they would lay, And dose and dream of carbuncles, sapphire and crystal rocks, Floating oarless in the breeze of aquamarine riches And falling into bottomless abyss, Till clock crow it is soon morning, And woke with tears all stick up to faces,
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