Now I am busy
Spring on its way.
Mum called it a tizzy
Couldn’t go out to play.
I want to feel breath’s tight pull.
Get off red sweater
Go away chasing bull!
Days that last a week,
Inside, outside, in between.
Super-soakers and hide and seek.
No other way it could’ve been.
But, I’m all grown up today
And now I’m too busy
To go out and play.
I must work instead.

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