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again


if i could walk those golden streets
again
and sing those glad olden songs so sweet
again


if i could feel those pounding jungle beats
again
and touch those rumbling thronging beasts
again


if i could dance those daring double steps
again
and twirl the girls 'round their swinging hips
again


if I could swim those clear summer lakes
again
and float lazily where the cool current takes
again


if i could sit in playful grade-school seats
again
and draw where pencil and yellow paper meets
again


if i could run the asphalt baseball fields
again
and slap the rubber balls off car windshields
again


if i could fold daily newspaper sheets
again
in pre-dawn drowsiness on city streets
again


if i could gaily play in hot summer rains
again
and watch the water run into sewer-drains
again


if i could tackle tough and rumble players
again
and run through football teams like a laser
again


if i could frolic in frigid cold and icy snow
again
and not fear near frostbite's reddish glow
again


if I could touch a petal's single rose 
again
and rub it on my little pink nose
again


if all these things i could clearly see and truly be
again
and run with wild abandon and glorious glee
again


© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
❤ ❤ ❤
 

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