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To the Woods

 
I danced with a bear
when I was young
we tripped through dreams
and drank the sun
ate strawberry cake
in our Sunday best
jumped in puddles
stole eggs from nests
 
I always knew the time
without a clock
and the names for things
I never forgot
What a naughty boy
such wilful ways
it's a wonder I
survived those days
 
Now I look back
with no regret
but I'm still convinced
there's better yet
The only thing
I'm sad to say
there ain't much time
to go and play
Written by Abracadabra
Published | Edited 2nd Apr 2016
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