In the old days
In the park
or skating down some hill
What it was all about
I coulda sat next to you
On some stairway
And gave you half of my bubble gum
And in between the bubbles
And the giggles
I coulda told you
But we are grown up now
And it is all so complicated
When you dig somebody
Now when I open up my crackerjacks
I find no heartshaped ring
Only a puzzle
That I don't want to solve
- Assata Shakur
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