The youth
Were like pendulums
Swaying, unhitched from care
Like swinging lovebirds
Unknowing
Of the cage they share
Time feeds
Upon
Their roving stares
And they soon depart
For the dreams
Tomorrow will spare
The Yellow Swingset
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