Mine is the Brachiosaurus

Release your inner child

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Mine is the Brachiosaurus

What’s your favourite dinosaur?
Or treasured colour on the wheel.

Why don’t we ask those anymore?
Have we forgotten how to feel

the naive magic from our days
of scabby shins from scaling trees?

I’m breaking up with grown-up ways,
prosaic talk — a cursed disease.

Tell me your story and I’ll help tell it to the world

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