Take me back to simpler times to where we could sleep in the car when we could play at all hours getting wet sleeping in the tent we thought we were marshalls we sought to protect are homes kids at last never could care summer were are best years at best
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The saddest indigenous poems
PoetryHappy to know so many of you guys like my book we now are #40 in poetry thank you so much for voting ❤❤ It's a simple book with poems of my life my trauma my love my fears this book is a me book and I hope you guys enjoy also thank you for reading a...
