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He remembers his son's young eyes, clear and brown as marbles, And when laughter made the boy's face light up with joy. He remembers his step, like a thoroughbred's, galloping through the dust, And his enormous kites soaring into the unknown. A boy in cowboy boots, exploring the jungle. A boy enchanted with frogs and the graceful flight of birds. *** His father tries to find him now in this other jungle, sinking into the quicksand of another world, And he still remembers those eyes - still young, still clear and brown as marbles.
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
To His ******** Son
He remembers his son's young eyes, clear and brown as marbles, And when laughter made the boy's face light up with joy. He remembers his step, like a thoroughbred's, galloping through the dust, And his enormous kites soaring into the unknown. A boy in cowboy boots, exploring the jungle. A boy enchanted with frogs and the graceful flight of birds. *** His father tries to find him now in this other jungle, sinking into the quicksand of another world, And he still remembers those eyes - still young, still clear and brown as marbles.
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Jul 8, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
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