Wild Child
I am a wild child,
feral, some might say.
Out the door
Before the sun can even rise,
Riding my bike
for miles upon miles,
without a care in the world.
Splashing in the creek,
catching minnows with my toes.
My days are full of adventure,
until Mama calls me home..
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