in the hammock til mornin
the one by in the garden
under the dark glow
under the oak
like the mind that swings
in a child's laughter and a perfect iron ignorant bliss.
good to be young
good to grow
and know
that once you start to learn things
it might not be good
to pretend you
don't know them.
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