The Feeling You Get
In, a myriad of cackling voices,
the happy shone,
sprinkled the day,
left me with joy full in my head.
It was, the time back tracked,
the feeling you get surrounded.
And everything once was !
In that sun, of short shadows,
and stones warm, purpose built.
Together, talking, and walking back,
it may have been then In 1967.
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