Childhood never has to end
You're never too old to draw with crayons
The waxy layers in the firelight
They paint the same pictures you want to show
Same as drawings on yellowed papers of long ago
A happy family, hand in mutant hand
Sausage fingers and radio jammed
Soppy smiles and rubbish haircuts
A blue sky and oversized airbus
With porthole windows and tiny faces
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