cold dark brown water
flowing neighborhood
chest deep to exact
kids are playing with
plastic boxes as boats
they're having blast
innocent of what lies
after rain they'll play
with mud cake, dust, trash
yet they survive, healthy
which means their bodies
develop immunity of what
we are so scared of, we
shiver, we squirm, we despise
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