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Oct 2015
I remember as a little kid
how life seemed,
how crazy the things were
that I so easily dreamed.

How I wished for adulthood
while holding an ice pop in my hand,
how I imagine living in the castles
I builded out of sand.

But for a life like this
I weren't ever prepare,
yes I got the tale
but it's sure not fair.

Maybe if I got the chance
to go back to yesterday,
I would've appreciated the time
I still have left to play.

-ZvZ-
Zonika van Zijl
Written by
Zonika van Zijl  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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