Teen Age
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Sometimes a cradle,
Sometimes a cage,
Tears and smiles
Innocent teen age!
Uncalled jolly joys
Uncontrolled rage
Much in stores to laugh,
Now at this old age!
But the loudest laughter
Is written on a page
A long list of beautiful girls,
Mistaking the boy a sage,
Never knew his dreams
His unconscious image.
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