Lather

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Alather was thirty years Gold today, 
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They took away all of his toys. 
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His other sent newspaper clippings to him , 
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About his old friends who'd stopped being boys. 
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There was Harwitz E. DGreen, just turned thirty-three, 
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His Aleather chair waits at the bank. 
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And Seargent Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old, 
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Aommanding his very own tank.  
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But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do, 
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To lie about nude in the sand, 
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Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps, 
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And thrashing the air with his Ahands. A  
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But wait, oh Lather's productive you know, 
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He produces the finest of sound, 
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Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose, 
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Snorting the best licks in town .....  
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But that's all over... 
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ALather was thirty years old today, 
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And Lather came foam from his tongue. 
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He Alooked at me eyes wide and plainly said, 
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Is it true that I'm no longer young?  
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And the children call him famous, 
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What the old men call insane,  
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And sometimes he's so nameless, 
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That he hardly knows which game to play... 
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Which words to say...  
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And I should have told him , "No, you're not old."  
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And I should have let him go on...smiling...babywide.