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E9

As a young boy

there was a toy

A game if you will

My joy and my thrill

 

 

E9 was the key

two buttons liked me

exchanging my metal

Expectant and feral

 

 

Sweet joy and relief

With beggars belief

as it birthed my candy

So tight in my handy

 

 

but one day you were gone

No sign, not one

What would I do now?

As my face drew a scowl 


 

Another lesson that things of joy

Are precious to a boy

But like tears in the rain

They'll do well to remain

Candysweets

◄ The Ninth Train

D10 ►

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