He used to dream of things he’d do | |
When grown to be a man, | |
Beguiling boyhood years away | |
With many an idle plan. | |
And now, when grown to be a man, | |
He knows no greater joy | |
Than dreaming of the the things he’d do | |
If he were still a boy. | |
— Thomas Nunan | |
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The Dreamer
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