What fun it is to be carefree,
Inches from trouble,
Laughing all the while,
Dreaming it would never end.
Delightful at their best.
Rcollection, just forget it.
Eternally at our rest,
Admonition is what we get.
Merely, they're a test.
Wonderful at our pace,
In line with what we once knew.
Superstitions, we all face,
Hence theynevercometrue.
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