"The Stoop"
I miss hearing the bugs, the whistling of the trees. Running around the neighborhood, catching lighting bugs, that's when I was free.
Everyday Poet
Sunday, April 19, 2009
April Poetry
"The Stoop"
I miss hearing the bugs, the whistling of the trees. Running around the neighborhood, catching lighting bugs, that's when I was free.
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