Bare skin
And dipped toes
We're good friends
But used to clothes
And it's cold
And it's bold
And it's crisp
And it's fresh
So here goes
To knees.
To thighs.
And then we're all in
And we fly
And we're grown
But so young
And we drink in the sky
As we bask in the sun
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