Poem Title: Childhood
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(C) Oppa
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Little Adam, the Eve's labour, pain and calm

Enemy to no one; duke of floor-dom

As plain as cotton, plays with dick and tom

Eats from friends and foe, this crazy little man

Carried on the shoulder, mine own arm-plane

Sung to sleep my paradise, resentment void and null

Suckled on the Eve, eyes on her big as ball

Thence return to Rome built out of the sand moulded on my foot and palm

The leaves as our dollars and afforded by few


The gravel our meal yet stones as peanuts

The toys our crew while performance not jejune

Our ruined clothes as our shown struggle we drew

That growing up is a million stress and it had better come not

Those years I wished I remained oh those years childhood ruled.

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Obinnau, HumbledbYGrace, lalasticlala, Seun