for Aaron, on his 30th birthday
we were little and
we could not walk and
we didn't play sports but
we were always up for
cowboys and indians or
a round of prison break
i'd slap his face
i'd scream where's my gold
he'd giggle
he'd ask how
come you always ask
where's my gold
there was no gold
not that kind of gold but
there too was gold
we were little and
we are big
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