Dreams lost,
like golden fields
of youth.
Hay bales dapple
my mind;
if only that
appaloosa could
nibble me now.
Dandelions and clover
for the
pretend wife,
a **** dog and
lots of lonely
acres for the
real boy.
Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 12:21 AM UTC
Dreams lost,
like golden fields
of youth.
Hay bales dapple
my mind;
if only that
appaloosa could
nibble me now.
Dandelions and clover
for the
pretend wife,
a **** dog and
lots of lonely
acres for the
real boy.
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