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Feeling all Poetic.
Childhood
Childhood is the hot, sticky midsummer nights,
Spent drowned in laughter,
And the welcoming chirp of crickets.
Childhood is the carnival when it comes to town,
The bright Ferris wheel lights,
And the sweet, colorful snow cones.
Childhood is staring out your window,
Waiting for day to turn to night,
And for winters to melt into springs.
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