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My Childhood

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Looking at you

I see my past


My childhood
I see that blue

Two story house


I grew up in
I see the blue cement

Rap-around porch


Tattooed with daisies
I see that old

Corn field laid


Between are houses
I see us all you, me

And everyone we knew


Walking down that dirt



Road, surrounded by




Those tad-pole ponds
Looking at you

I see my past


My childhood





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