I gaze at the comprehensive firmament,
I stare at those enchanted saplings,
I glance at the magnificent quintessence,
I looked at those transient tootsies,
I peep at intramural solo,
And asked what is it like to be of seventeen?
Is it like astray off to the firmament?
Is it like to former along with saplings?
Is it like to utopian quintessence?
Is it like to glare at transient tootsies and to think until when I'm vital?
Or is it like peeping at intramural solo?
Between these questions my inner self said to me don't be the prisoner of your own thoughts!
May be 17 means world seems to be more familiar and life seems to be more vigorous !
Cheerful Natal Day to 17s!
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