My My

the first half of your life went by like a big toy truck

on its way to dumping legendary dirt in fields of your choosing

& great screeching noises were made as it skidded into others

yes, sometimes there were bad crashes and even tears before dreams

but as is proper in the playing of games, you were hard

but fair & always shook hands firmly with the others, no

matter who was the victor or the vanquished on the scoreboard

of your dreams, & hey, you always had a shower afterwards

& were never late for dinner, so what

kind of playground is this you ended up in then

& why do you always leave your heart behind?

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