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A BOY OF SIX

Playing outdoors is how he got his fix
Only right and proper for a boy of six
Making mud pies and climbing trees
Getting into scrapes and dirty knees

One day he's a pilot the next a superhero
Wears his shorts in temperatures of zero
This boy of six loves to kick a ball
In a wide open field or against a wall

He likes to run with no place to go 
Has a great spider collection to show
How I wish I was a boy of six once more
Being young and carefree that's for sure

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Barry Childs

Great poem, Keiran. I wish I could remember being 6. Stay safe. Barry x

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