When I was younger
I would:
Hop-skip on the concrete,
Run-jump on the playground,
Dash in when the lamps came on,
And wish I was older.
Now that I'm older
I must:
Tug-hard to make ends meet,
Bite-nails about my future,
Stay up 'till 3 in the morn,
And wish I was younger.













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Why do we kill people
who kill people, to show people that
killing people is wrong
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Why do we kill people
who kill people, to show people that
killing people is wrong
Well done. ^^
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If I was trying to be helpful, and I suspect I possibly could, I might say that this is to poetry as a doorhandle is to engineering. It is brief and uncomplicated and as such there is very little that could go wrong with it and that is by no means a bad thing. It does seem somewhat like a list but I think the way punctuation works in my head makes things read out odd sometimes.
Growing up is something that interests me in a slightly morbid sense. As I find myself being in such a position, more and more so as time creeps forward, that the words garner a personal qaulity and it is one that endears.
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