With memory fresh-
I hear him whine 'hello' to me,
I cannot wait-
his bun vibrates-
as he yelps his hi-pitched plea,
And then and then
and then and then
and then again-
Will I see my friend-
And we'll romp and play
some more.
For he's young again-
A new seed-
Just like like me-
Each fresh and free
for all eternity.
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