Years after we forsook
My early childhood town,
I went back there to look
Whether it was rundown.
Alas, it had even shrunk
To such a large degree
That I thought I was drunk
And was on a toxic spree.
I could finally theorize
That only I had just outgrown
Many an object in size;
That none had shrunk, I should have known!
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