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Teen age, full rage 
 
 
Sun shines, rivers flow and birds fly; 
Life as a youngster is demure 
With people eating fast cooked pie 
I am up to face the music, I am sure. 
 
I love grouping with my gang of peer 
Chatting everything with lots of cheer; 
We yell, we cry; Hell yeah! we are teens 
Putting on t-shirts and dark blue jeans. 
 
As a kid, for me, there were some unsolved puzzle 
Those were the days which made me bumfuzzle 
Where's my beard? I would wonder 
And now the growth of them gives me spendour. 
demure - quiet 
bumfuzzle - confuse. 
This is my first poem and English isn't my native language. Constructive comments please, so I can improve. :)