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As a Child I Knew I have never mentioned your beauty And yet that is why I write, To cup the youth of spring-like love And childhood days in the park. I’ve climbed the helpful oak As the sun moved from the clouds And only found your love Beyond maturities and doubt. A self sustaining afternoon Finds one naked among naked lines Once again I am seven years old And you are proud in your patent shoes. |
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