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As a child, I had heroes, Also known as childhood heroes, But then I grew! Now in adulthood, all my heroes have been found wanting! If only I could return to my former hood! I speak not of the place where the walls are stained, Where souls find relief on the pavement instead of a home, And where the metropolitan noise is much like ***** music from the sanctuary! No! I speak of innocence, incorruptibility, probity, And a playfulness unadulterated! There! That! There is where I want to be! That is what I want, Not only for me, But for my family!
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
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As a child, I had heroes, Also known as childhood heroes, But then I grew! Now in adulthood, all my heroes have been found wanting! If only I could return to my former hood! I speak not of the place where the walls are stained, Where souls find relief on the pavement instead of a home, And where the metropolitan noise is much like ***** music from the sanctuary! No! I speak of innocence, incorruptibility, probity, And a playfulness unadulterated! There! That! There is where I want to be! That is what I want, Not only for me, But for my family!
e-d-castaneda
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
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