Like Happy Savages
We traipsed around like
happy savages
barefoot on rocks and
dancing on land mines (boom!)
Sun-scorching our Anglo backs
against cool muddy water
grains of sand wedging down the
crevices of our souls
Who decided that we were grown and
did I hear you say that we're brothers?
Nothing short of a swine's
head on a staff
casting a silhouette for fairy
dances and lightning bugs and
We traipsed around
until we just couldn't anymore
easy, william goulding. :)
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