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Saturday, July 22, 2006

CHILDHOOD

CHILDHOOD


Tender smells in the air -
Oranges, lemons and hay.
Bees are busy on their way,
The day is warm and clear.

Those the days of my youth,
Riding a horse or a mule
To see the pineapples growth
Over the lands up above.

Boots goes soft as wheels,
The knife in my pocket - steel.
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