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Jun 2020
When I was a child 👶 👶 👶

When I was, but a child
I'd play outdoor in the wild
Watching the stars run,  while,
Matching on the grassy soil slide
And got beaten up,  for messing the tile

When I'd pull grandpa's cheeks
Playing hide and seeks,
Hanging over the door hinges
Or went out bullying kids
Then,  I would be grounded for weeks

When mom would beg me to stay,
And eat my breakfast,  just for the day
But my young self is bound to play
Broke a bone,  what a way,
To keep a child like me at bay

When father forces me to eat calory
Igniting the fire of sweetened memory
Leaving my pen with non ending story
Overflowing tranquility,
And peace reign in our colony

Aged from old age
No longer stuck in that same page,
Or tied to the family's cage
slayers that uses mace
Experience turns him to sage

Pen of a true Gemini
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Gemini pen  22/M/Nigeria
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   Jena T
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