The day I let my fingers
walk around
my playground
was the day
I discovered how
much fun playing
by myself
can be.
T'ya
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odonko-ba says: Wow! That was on point. Good brevity. |
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mrmelody7 says: Nice walk in the park write |
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T'ya says: Thanks |
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love_supreme says: This poem is awesome! It flows volumes. |
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lloydboy35 says: Short, sweet, and to the point! Great Read!! |
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