Afternoon on the beach,
A bunch of children play,
Back to youth we reach,
Did we ever stray?
Four and three quarters,
Tall enough to be six,
On the shore of calm waters,
Our true age clicks,
Shell collecting at seven,
Laughing silly at four,
Ten and definitely not eleven,
Three, forever more.
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Every time I come back and read this poem, I like it more.
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