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Teenage Dream

Time is money,
Wasted for no salvage
The gloomy aisle to old age

My memoir to glory days
Seemingly a Greek writing
A cryptic charade never understood

Who disregards blAzing minds
A time when life opened for the possibility
Youngblood carelessly squandered every second
Through adventure, elders' calculated risk

Gone too soon
Who needed no extra minutes
To take deeper dives
Crevices beneath would organize a smooth landing.

Boys and girls of beautiful smiles
Carefree young heavenly souls
Picture perfect, tireless zeal
We lived for each other, boys and girls

If only time waits for the man
I could live immortal as a teen
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