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A Child Once More (Free verse) by Quarton

Oh, to be a child once more, imagination free and allowed to soar. To laugh out loud, no facade to project, or other's truths to embrace or reject. To awaken each day with an open mind, life's myriad mysteries still to find. The future alive with promise and hope, no negative thoughts with which to cope. To view the world unburdened by sorrow, no cynicism clouding today or tomorrow. To see without preconception's shroud, away from the mindless, jostling crowd. Gone the concepts of intolerance and hate, unaware of judgment at hellsfire's gate. Vengeance and jealousy not yet conceived, life's essence love, both given and received. Oh, to be a child one more, no finalities knocking at the door. All things new and wondrous again, not even a poet's thoughts to pen.

Stephen Robins 9-Jul-04/1:21 AM
Childhood was the most painful time of my life.

It was only later that I learned that pain was caused the huge growth of my vast penis causing a massive strain on my pelvic floor. It was not until I was diagnosed as having the largest cock in the whole world that I was able to apply for a grant from local government to have a brace made for my legs and back to support the colossal weight of my huge throbbing member. So I will thank you not to write about childhood without reference to children who are afflicted with such terrible afflictions.

And what about the islamists, eh?




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