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Take me back
To then times
When we missed not,
being in queue
Bathing was a hobby
Though we enjoyed being dirty

Take me back
To then times
When mama was,
for all
And we had it all
In little, we still stand tall

Take me back
To then times
When we knew not,
labels and tags
We had no toys
But we were filled with joy

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Take me back

To then times

When we sat beneath,

the tall tree in the yard
With midnight stories,
Cozying our little innocent ears

©️Hamza Hajj Ayub

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