We used to be small, with many a great care taking cover from comrades, waiting to give chase Seeking the monsters of our youth attics, closets, beds, basements – better we find them, than they us Rain’s worms and snow’s angels, the business of those quarters Feared only were the fatherly scold the playground rebuke…

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