Saturday, January 14, 2012

The Patch of Grass Where We First Met

Meet me at the patch of grass where we first met. Boy, how the times have past. I remember the days when we used to play games and the older folks would call us energetic rugrats. We'd slide and run, swing and sway among the grassy fields of the summer sun. Too young to understand the worlds problems and only caring about the solutions of catching raindrops on the tips of our tongues. We'd get boo boos on our thumbs and, oh, remember when the cherry blossoms petals covered the ground in their pink crumbs. Smiling, free, climbing trees, what happened to those times? What happened to you and me? So for old times sake let me just say...on your mark, get set, to meet me at the patch of grass where we first met.

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