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I could be a kid again;
take me back to when
all that mattered was the ice cream sandwich
dripping down my chin.
I could be a kid again;
take me back to when
wrong and right was measured in
the cookie jar tin.
I could be a kid again;
take me back to when
every hurt was fixed
with bandaids as the only medicine.
Random laughing fits.
Garden fairy trips.
Bedtime arguments.
Oblivious.
I could be a kid again.
Whatever happened to then?