In days of youth, carefree and wild,
No thoughts of trignometry, just games and fun,
When innocence adorned each smile,
No worries of what's yet to come.
I want to be that child,
taking everything mild.
To be that child, so pure and free,
Innocent heart, forever glee
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Author:
Buttercup (
Offline) - Published: May 30th, 2024 10:32
- Category: Children
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Comments1
Reminds me of the book/movie, The Outsiders. Great work.
thank you
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