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A billion childhood days beating sneakers on earth curving perfect pathways between ginormous trees I climbed twenty miles high fingers brushing heavens tightroping bare branches Olympic backflipping faultless ten landings ten thousand feet below. Gone now, these woods of mine, brick and stone in their place, homes with lonely children living inside their phones, children who will not know the comfort of curling in a form fitting nook within giant bushes that once grew in the place where their houses waste space napping without a dream how could I ever dream of something more blessed than the life I was blessed
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Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
Childhood Days
A billion childhood days beating sneakers on earth curving perfect pathways between ginormous trees I climbed twenty miles high fingers brushing heavens tightroping bare branches Olympic backflipping faultless ten landings ten thousand feet below. Gone now, these woods of mine, brick and stone in their place, homes with lonely children living inside their phones, children who will not know the comfort of curling in a form fitting nook within giant bushes that once grew in the place where their houses waste space napping without a dream how could I ever dream of something more blessed than the life I was blessed
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51/M/West Deptford, NJ
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
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