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Bare Feet
A poem about a summer day in my childhood |
| Bare feet in the grass will you take this little lass? Small feet stepping wide hold the world within your stride. Strong feet climbing high can you stretch up to the sky? Broad feet skipping fast Can you make the summer last? Dirty feet running wild carrying this tiny child. |