Little boy ran after his playmate's kite
Bare feet, dirty feet, ran across the soccer field
Little boy fell, he kissed the hot pavement
Nose bled, scratches, bruises, painless, tearless
Little boy kept on running
Little boy caught the kite
He was the champion
He ruled the world
He felt like it at least
Little boy walked home with the kite on his back
He reached home, put the kite on a pile of other kites
Big smile on his face
Life felt good
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