Every time I go to the Farmer's Market in Stoke Newington, I'm haunted by an old Community Centre Moog song. Uncomfortably, I'm beginning to realise that I'll probably send my kids to Woodcraft Folk. The ghost of the Exeter I fled is tapping.
Little Adults have already learned self control, so bigger adults don't need to control. Little Adults know they only live once, so they save themselves for someone else. Little Adults will practice to leave home; leave the youth group, say goodbye to good ol' Big Chris - and say goodbye to the pet that was to teach them of death. And the tennis ball goes round and round connected to the piece of string in the garden.
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