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May 2014
story began in 1993
always outside,
always playing
whenever the sun was out
we were as well.

we played with marbles
we played hide and seek
hopscotch
and shadow tag
who could forget.

we would climb trees
grass stain our sneakers
and ruin our trousers
blow bubbles
and stick bubblegum
in the girls’ hair.

things were so simple
not a worry, not a care
now it’s apartments
love
work
career
taxes
responsibility,
I miss the old days.
I miss being a youngster.
Simon Obirek
Written by
Simon Obirek  Brooklyn/Denmark
(Brooklyn/Denmark)   
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     Terra Lopez, s and Peter Jones
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