Those days of bliss,

Cheering and bearing,

Running behind butterflies,

Chasing the cats and

Climbing the trees,

With CLEAN hearts and

Unclean hands,

Never to bother the morrow,

Enchanted by the moment of

Joy to hold on to the marrow,

Thou long gone,

Lasts long in the CLEAN memory…

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