I miss the chestnuts of my youth.
That childs innocence and truth.
I miss those walks down through the fields
And harvesting the fruit it yields.
The smell of cow manure, indeed!
That farm that met my every need.
I miss the days I had no care.
In my dreams I am still there.
Yes!
In my dreams I am still there.
JMA
7/1/10
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Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 6:05 PM UTC
I miss the chestnuts of my youth.
That childs innocence and truth.
I miss those walks down through the fields
And harvesting the fruit it yields.
The smell of cow manure, indeed!
That farm that met my every need.
I miss the days I had no care.
In my dreams I am still there.
Yes!
In my dreams I am still there.
JMA
7/1/10
.
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