When I was a child
When I was a child
Strawberry Ice cream
Was made with a pound
Of sugar and real
Strawberries
When I was a child
The clothes hung
On a line outside to dry
And smelled of mom’s
Twenty-mule team
When I was a child
Strength of
Character was
One can of spinach
Away
When I was a child
My hero was
A masked man
Who carried guns and
Had an indigent
Indian as a friend
When I was a child
Sexual awakenings
Were defined by
A magazine centerfold
And a right hand
When I was a child
Women were to
Be bare foot,
Pregnant and unhappy
Now that I am a man
I struggle to cast
Off my childish ways
But strawberry Ice Cream
Still is my favorite
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