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I've said what I'm against,
And yet I can't ignore--
Despite what I'm against,
There's more that I am for:
The child in each adult
With all her simple joys,
Who still gets kicks
From magic tricks
Or teasing all "the boys."
For walking in the rain
Or barefoot in the grass
Enjoying things that sparkle
Like holograms or brass
Pulling on a kitestring
Singing with your chums
Dancing round a flagpole
Or bouncing to the drums
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Rolling round upon the ground
Or jumping on a bed
Having fun beneath the sun
Until your nose is red
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