Where do the memories go? I've found that as I've aged, even the happy ones have a haze of tears over them.My bit is a character study rather than a poem.
This is clever, Rene.
Oh, I really enjoyed reading this. Lovely.
I love the need for grass stains .. Dealing in memories not easy
Oh yes, grass stains makes it all the better! Very cute, magpie.
A skillful and witty post...
Oh, you aced this. Love it, Rene.
Yes , your right ! .. Who was it said that "childhood is what we spend the rest of our lives trying to recover from "
"Grass stains a plus" oh, I like that! Well put!!
Oh, yeah. This works.=)
I like the way grass stains plays a mind game with Sunday...stained glass...
this rocks. And my own application? "The ball glove worn..folding like a soft leather glove. The knees are bruised andscarredfrom valiant efforts and long glorioussummer nights.....
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