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Jul 2023
Four little boots
for my two little cutes
today we shall feed the birds

we'll run through the wind
as the chillness rescinds
reciting these four little words;

happiness, playfulness
innocence, youth
the most magical times of our lives

I watch as the cuties
splash puddles with their booties
then hand out a quick round of high fives
remembering when my son and his sister had fun with their new wellies
Richard Shepherd
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Richard Shepherd  52/M/England
(52/M/England)   
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