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this kid
like me
running around
the bullhorn
don't stifle
that unwanted energy
it pulses
part of the dwarf
star system
don't go
back in
no pot vein
or place to be
the atomic clack
of pool balls
in the not fair world
of little kiddom
you won't know when
you've landed
until the time has come
and all of it undone