Silly games
Let me taste youth again
like Lamb in spring
drowned in mint sauce
we could learn to ignore pain
How to make fun of ourselves again
Our failures and victories so external
eat from trees go mad poking fun
Me the juvenile at the wheel none fonder
Taking over like a matter of fact toddler
In that limitless state of youth
Not needing certainty nor proof
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