Ronald B.

November 12, 2010
By Anonymous

Remembering those days every week
Oh, just makes this memory pretty unique
Next to a guy who fishes all day
All the ducks just swim away
Let me get more bread, I told my dad
Don’t have any more left, I turned pretty sad

Behind my sisters walking back
On the truck we ate a snack
Giving me thoughts, will we ever come back?

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