Life {DISCONTINUED}

I Remember

I remember,

I remember the forever smell of September,

I remember riding my tricycle,

with my best friend Michael,

I remember when a bee went up my shirt and stung me,

it was a mean bee,

I remember speaking to the fan,

my robot voice can land,

sound on any hand,

held up to an ear,

as I peered out the window,

onto the white snow of spring,

cotton,

it got on,

all of the lawn,