Then, I think when I was young I didn’t stop to ponder
I only gathered days of sun and flowers
little feet to stomp the street puddles
splashing me homeward or popsicles
my tiny toes, to warm again
my love like a fire.
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Then, I think when I was young I didn’t stop to ponder
I only gathered days of sun and flowers
little feet to stomp the street puddles
splashing me homeward or popsicles
my tiny toes, to warm again
my love like a fire.