lazy hot summer afternoons
they seemed endless and short
wish they come back soon
a time when ice tea would hit just the right spot
adults slept like the beanstalk giants
the beanstalk roared adventurewhen a warm breeze was welcomed by our capes
and our skates lifted off the ground
afternoon cycle-hurdle-race a big event
an ice cold popsicle the crowngashes and blood was no excuse
it didn't matter if your cribs were pink or blue
the sharp glint against the sun
our trusted silver papered swords
protected our land from the unimaginative giants
kept safe the world of little people- Excalibur in our hands
I have lost my excalibur
my world is safe no more
Iam myself too big for it
my men in arms are too, no more
The hurdles are getting bigger
I can't get through no matter how unique I thought I would be
The crown has lost its glory
The cape doesn't seem a must anymore
My skates are always on the ground
"stay grounded"seems to be "in"
should I stay grounded?
aren't I already "out"?
Very good. It is like.
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