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Reminiscence
bring me a fancy time machine
I want to go backwards!
dial up the bygone days
when the emerald grass
was cool and waxy
beneath my tanned bare feet,
where cicadas sang loudly,
their high-pitched death song
the perfect accompaniment
to long, hot afternoons
spent rubbing buttercups
under my still-smooth chin
and gulping ice cold water
from hot metal fountains
after waiting my turn,
sweating in the high sun
I want to go backwards!
dial up the bygone days
when the emerald grass
was cool and waxy
beneath my tanned bare feet,
where cicadas sang loudly,
their high-pitched death song
the perfect accompaniment
to long, hot afternoons
spent rubbing buttercups
under my still-smooth chin
and gulping ice cold water
from hot metal fountains
after waiting my turn,
sweating in the high sun
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