Poetry For Everyday People
Childhood Friends
The air smelled
so good
those nights,
cool crisp
everything was
new, at the end
of every night
we would sit on the swings,
talk, talk, all night,
about everything,
the moon winking,
smiling.
so good
those nights,
cool crisp
everything was
new, at the end
of every night
we would sit on the swings,
talk, talk, all night,
about everything,
the moon winking,
smiling.
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Childhood Friends
Childhood Friends
