Holding hands
It's sunny out here
It's dark out here
It doesn't matter where we go
Store
Park
Down the street
We talking
We smiling
Not peaches and cream all the time
Some tears
But
I love
Our Walks
Holding hands
It's sunny out here
It's dark out here
It doesn't matter where we go
Store
Park
Down the street
We talking
We smiling
Not peaches and cream all the time
Some tears
But
I love
Our Walks
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Comments2
Good friend
Hey
Walks too seldom taken by many and one of the reasons for alienation in society. Where better to share thoughts? Lovely write
Thanks
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