As old age heaps, the mind
meanders back to all the
haunts, reviving the past. The
innocent days before the vile
corruption, the resurrection of
kind and mindful days where
colors were bright and the light
glistened in
Watching the squirrels fly Through the air with ease Effortlessly these flying Critters on their limb trapezes. The bushy-tailed critters ...
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