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What I learned
A hand on the face is a midnight ride,
feet on the ground a grass genocide.
Fallen foes, and naked toes, it's greener on both sides,
Costs and casulties for the ride.
But dad's got a record with a groove,
mom and the camera see us move.
Wooden floors and living rooms,
parents in the afternoon,
a child can't pass that up.
But grass can be a living room any day,
and dads old bands are on the stage.
If life is a book,
this is my about the author page.
A child can't pass this up.
