Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Keep-A-Living Comments
Rating: ★5.0
As a child I was innocent,
there were things I didn't understand.
I would run to sit on the porch,
and grab hold to the arms of this old man.
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8/1/2025 9:33:46 PM # 1.0.0
Hey Black Child, I still like this poem! I still write from time to time!