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Boy wasted in summer sun Fetching blooms Till evenings run Handling crickets and hope His pluck, was within her scope In mother's entry room, We would find him as he lay Socks no shoes As nettle and him found stews For the aspiring Norman Rockwells
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Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 3:08 PM UTC
Socks by Evelyn May
Boy wasted in summer sun Fetching blooms Till evenings run Handling crickets and hope His pluck, was within her scope In mother's entry room, We would find him as he lay Socks no shoes As nettle and him found stews For the aspiring Norman Rockwells
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44/M/california
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 3:08 PM UTC
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