| 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. |
Saturday, July 22, 2006
CHILDHOOD
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