Send my love to father time
Who robbed my youth
That apparent sleuth
Oh yes, he holds a mighty crime
And here I am still in denial
God I still want to be twenty-two
Pushing back a few moons will do
But what to do I'm feeling blue
I'll pass the time playing Buckaroo
I know a girl who learned to fly
Who then took off
The scheming fox
At her return I'm bound to bite
For she and I are so alike
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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