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Your First Time
On those days
Between sun and rain
With nothing happening,
One is apt to sit and try
To come up with ways
To create excitement and fun,
And so it was with the four
Young lads strolling in all
Cool and happening,
Energy popping
From every pore,
Still not yet tall enough
To peak over the fence,
Unable to find a knothole
For a first glimpse of maturity,
Some called it rude
Trying to be
What they would become,
But hey, part the haze,
Has it been so long
Since you were young,
Prepping and prancing
Dancing the line,
Just shy of imaging
Your first time.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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