Hay rides
Tree climbs,
The softness of a broken heart
Shattered
But we throw things
Carry heavy bags for
Grandma
For her time will come soon
We stare at each other
And laugh at the stupidity of children
Apple cider and vodka
Freshly squeezed
And pie from forty year-old
Oven trays
That never
Get old
Eating
And
Eating
And eating
Forever
Until the Gamecube stops
Working
For we
Are
Hipsters of tomorrow
And the Wii
Is for children of the 21st century
Hopefully,
There's more Turkey.
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