Ago
I have ascended so much more, but have not forgotten my childhood lore,
A vivacious essence with each opening door, oh how I long for those days of yore,
A sepentine of fields and roads where once we'd capture fireflies and toads,
A leisure in our life as we then did dally when all was good and we knew not sally.
Copyright © Copeland Calloway | Year Posted 2013
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