When I was a kid
I went camping
Just two nights
Blood felt alive
When I returned home
I was in a zone
The house felt sterile
For a long while
When I was a teenager
Life became grayer
The magic of childhood
Upped and left
I felt bereft
Ever since
Been on a quest
I almost wrecked
Myself
Now a new vista
Has opened up, mister!
Feet on the earth
Blood filled with mirth
Imagination
Living in the sun
Juice from the root
No longer thrown away
Eternal relaxed vigilance
The order of the day
The journey to the west
Where the sun sets
Ask Sun Wukong
He knows best
He almost wrecked
Himself, too
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Mutley Ravishes (
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What on earth is with you?! You make me laugh! I declare! My la. I simply thought to take a gander at what you'd decided to share and, strolling down the page through the stanzas, found myself laughing out loud in conclusion. Nevermind how you do it, but this is both instructive and engaging, subtly poignant and definitely entertaining. Thank you very much for sharing!
Thanks a million! When I wrote it I had no intention of making it funny. I find it funny that you find it funny!
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