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As a child, I spent days wandering—
Too free, ignorant and green,
like the grassway dream.
I never envisioned now.
I never thought to become a man.
Please tell me what you think
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Poignant, a little painful, well penned. The work of a child is to wander in dreams, though, so you did the right thing. I don't know what it is to become a man, but maybe you need to dream that too.
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