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Am I a kid
My sister and I attack eachother with plastic spoons-
Most effective for flicking. Amidst the screams and cries
My mind feels a poem emerging. "Am I a kid?"
"I shant do childish things anymore," half of me says
The other half sometimes prevails over the other and
My sister and I attack eachother with plastic spoons.
"I am mature now; I am polite, diligent, and normal."
"I'm ridiculous, a slob, and outrageously competitive!!!"
My mind feels a poem emerging. "Am I a kid?"
Finally I break through the argument and focus on the task at hand;
In the chaos of the moment I do what is most obvious-
My sister and I attack eachother with plastic spoons.
But when shall it be that my "better" half shall emerge?
When will it finally prevail and not tolerate
My sister and I attacking eachother with plastic spoons?
My mind feels a poem emerging. "Am I a kid?"
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