Children We were children scrabbling down the grassy bank, Tiny nets homemade tied onto canes The tinkling water one listens' with gracious thanks not on those days but long into life where memory remains. Small shoes squelching for each step grew rather cold. One peered into this mystery, the... Sign in to see full entry.
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