Playground of the Wild Boys

by

Doug Larson

Where the wild boys play
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Jungle noises dance the wind
while raucous rhythms slay
our shattered nerves
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Where the wild boys play
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Earthquakes shake us at our roots
Lakes of sand congeal and pool
to flood dirty tennis shoes
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Where the wild boys play
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Bruises rise volcanically
beneath dry matted crusts of glee
Scabs beset most every knee
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Where the wild boys play
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The branches sway in sultry dance
upon the singing breeze
And happiness grows on trees
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Where the wild boys play
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They grow a little taller
each and every passing day
And their clothes are getting smaller
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Where the wild boys play
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Their voices grow lower
and their minds start to stray
Testosterone rules the day
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Where the wild boys play
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And someday soon will find them
running wild beneath the sheets
in a softer kind of way
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Where the wild girls lay

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