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Afternoon Walk
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Angsty Teen Years The wind blew gently into my face,
Causing my warm cheeks to cool.
The clean, crisp air cuts through the classroom smell that invades my lungs.
The leaves fall like feathers to the wet grass.
The sur-real magic captures my child like instincts.
Causing me to spontaneously jump into the small puddles,
that stilly over-take the damp cement.
i like this one reminds me of when i was a kid