The one thing about playing,
The game of hide and seek...
Is,
Sooner or later the game of it...
Gets old.
And those aging forget,
Whose hiding where to care less...
To remember who seeks to be sought.
But...
There is one thing I do miss.
While a few kids ran to to find hiding places,
A couple of us would go to the store...
To purchase penny candy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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