Song of Childhood
By Peter Handke

When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.....

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mapling

playing maple story
in a house in maple park
decides to go for a drink
walking down the pavement
in the breezy night light
past condos in maple drive
to the bus stop
and takes a bus to maple pub.