A friend said everyone has to grow up.
He said it like a man who had been
molded by someone else’s hammer.
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It heated me and made me malleable
like burning kittens or drowning puppies.
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It is hard to grow up, friend.
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So what
if we die too young.
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Lets make paper airplanes
with scraps of paper sent
by the bill collectors.
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Lets ride a bike around the lake
with a little ginger ale in our bellies
and a plumped up grin
to meet the noise of the old people
doing the boring and necessary things
to keep their lines and moles in order
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Lets walk on the beach and kick the waves.
Lets pick up rocks and suck on them.
Lets climb the mountains and jump off
giggling fear into the abyss
Annieepoetry 