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I Miss Being A Kid

No responsibilities, no care.
I fight for sweets, I over use ‘that’s not fair’
I’m young, lively, and joyful indeed.
That was me before I was a teen.

I miss being a kid,
Miss all the fun.
Getting away with murder,
Me and my toy gun.

Oh I how I miss them days,
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