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8-Bit Baby

There was a day when all was cubes,
and music was all clicks.
When consoles were my hometown,
and my hands were just joysticks.

I long to be a child again,
if only to play games.
They tell me I can still enjoy,
but it will never be the same.

From hopping Koopas every day,
to finding Master Swords,
I wish I had that wonder again,
because without it life's a chore. 

And getting sent from place to place,
back then was so much fun.
But cake now seems such poor reward,
for fighting off Bowser's demon horde.
Written by VOID (Rhys Waterman)
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