The Inner Child
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I miss the days,
When all I had to do,
Was wake up on Saturday mornings,
Just to watch the Looney Tunes.
Lucky Charms in a bowl,
And a Scooby-Doo spoon.
With an innocent soul,
So easily swooned.
Long live Nintendo,
And the ice cream man.
Still oblivious to adult innuendos,
Content with a short attention span.
I miss the days,
When summers seemed endless and free.
Why couldn't things stay that way?
Oh, because I am bound by adult responsibilities.