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On the slow decline,
where the rabbits would mine below
the headland and the snow would drift six feet high,
we would sleigh those slopes,
in our waterproof gloves and coats,
rowing boats on a tidal wave, we became.
Bye-bye, mainframe. Hello, gameplay.
My name’s Boyhood, now which toy would you
like to be today?
I say, what fun!
Where the barbed wire fence
used to be was a density.
Perfectly formed, it could have been made for me.
As we whipped above,
beneath us were the honey bees,
scattered over the frozen scree in the sun.
Bye-bye, mainframe. Hello, gameplay.
My name’s Boyhood, now which toy would you
kill for in the rush?
It makes me blush just to think
of how we crushed every inch
of snow that day.
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SUCKER,
released 23 February 2012
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