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I miss the coast, riding my bike freely to the beach

I miss my old gnarly massive congo dreadlocks

I miss the energy of being young and the friendships

I miss every opportunity presented, but alas! 

I miss the major mysteries and practicing majesty

And I miss the boundless reveries of childhood

The sonorous intoxicating laughter of stoned nights