I miss the little things.

My schoolyard friends,

The summer's end,

My childish dreams.

 

And fear this too

Of tomorrow's day.

When I will say,

Today was full.

 

If Hope lies ahead

And happiness back,

It can only track

That now is dead.

 

The present is skiewed,

By what was then,

The future's when,

And how they're viewed.

 

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Love turned me into a circus monkey,
A raving, craving, fiending junkie.
Incessantly nodding, affirming yes,
Consistently giving, despite duress. Love turned me into a puppet pauper,
A penniless, lack-luck, begging gawper.
Constantly scrounging, loose change sifter,
Tirelessly searching, dime store drifter. Love turned me into a courtly fool,
A grinning, spinning, ignorant tool.
Happ...

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