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the young
how beautiful!
nothing they can help
now they’re from everywhere
not like before
but spin
go warily, they know so far
I’ve seen them put feet up on seats
might be violent thugs
all sad for the future
or else they can’t care
drift breakneck all way, widdershins
with never a devil may care
could speak almost anything
still strive as by reflex
in summer show flesh much inscribed
many will wear a mask
the young are a message for us
nor yet learned to phrase
their loneliness is tapped away
to the well of a screen
each holds in their paw
gender may come later
I have thought to protect myself
what hopes?
I wish them nothing, only fun
you know I once was one
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