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Oh what a journey, what a drive;
Being grown up is sending me wild.
Innocent eyes porcelain faces,
I want to return to those childhood places.
Baggage that's left at your lost and found,
F**ks you up and slows you down;
Graphic scenes that keep it real!
To much visual," These images steal"
Narrative poems of sea and land,
Forty odd years ago, took me by the hand.
Ben Jonson showed me the perfect life;
But never mentioned about having a wife;
For though you strive to read every page;
In the end, supreme values take centre stage;
Took a wrong turning on the yellow brick road
Copped for a life like "Steinbeck's" Tom Joad
Being grown up is sending me wild.
Innocent eyes porcelain faces,
I want to return to those childhood places.
Baggage that's left at your lost and found,
F**ks you up and slows you down;
Graphic scenes that keep it real!
To much visual," These images steal"
Narrative poems of sea and land,
Forty odd years ago, took me by the hand.
Ben Jonson showed me the perfect life;
But never mentioned about having a wife;
For though you strive to read every page;
In the end, supreme values take centre stage;
Took a wrong turning on the yellow brick road
Copped for a life like "Steinbeck's" Tom Joad
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