A Pleasant Memory Of Youth
Sunshine present in the mists of the morning dew Metal moving and disturbing the Stillness Little Feet Climbing the mountain green and silent Steps granting access with charm and grace then Sturn words cause protested motion True inhale and savor the roasted brew while the frolic goes un delayed.
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beardedfellow
Im a 29 year old african american man who enjoys the game of words. (Poetry)
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