The warm days of sun,
The reckless days of fun,
The daydreams we spun,
Now a photo I look at with a flashgun.
Blue were the skies,
Shrieking were our cries,
In the vast green prairies,
As we failed to catch dragonflies,
Despite the best of our tries.
Darkest were the summer nights,
In which lanterns burned bright,
Chirping crickets were our delight,
As we basked in pleasent moonlight.
Now in a cage,
In which we dream about rage,
But work for wage,
For those days had long been paged.
How is this @Hoouuujae60??
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