There comes a time
When a child
Crosses to
The other side
Their hair evidently
Proceeds to turn
Indigo blue -
A sure sign of
The insolence
Their splediferous life
Turns black and grey
All around
With, perhaps,
Specks of red
Everywhere they go
Stridulent voices follow
Urging them to
Do the unimaginable
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