i could do a cartwheel
with no
problem, i could
stand on
my head,
on my hands,
i could jump
the backyard fence,
or run
a marathon.
my fingers could
reach the rim,
and i could throw
a ball
with ease
from one end to
the other.
ah, those were
the days my love,
now take my hand,
let's travel the last road
together.
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