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Going Back in Time
If I could rewind
I’d join the little kind
And be a youngling again
Playing in the rain
With laughter larger than cares
With superstitions and fears
I’d do stuff that makes no sense
Like finally kicking the ball over the fence
And I’d be free of all responsibilities
As I chase after nonsensities
Because, for that fleeting window
I wouldn’t have to be a widow
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Afam Ugwuanyi
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