beneath pine trees roars
from happy kids hunting
some are counting eggs
some find money coupons
you see their expressions
how they value their prizes
as proud parents watching
they are very, very contagious
find myself with teasing tears
wishing i'm young again running
i'm satisfied, grateful to witness
joys of trying to be independent
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