Childhood

ChildhoodCamera rested on the railing, it shook with their energy.
The way older bones feel remembering echoes of childhood.

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Do You Remember Playing?

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“O men, grown sick with toil and care,
Leave for awhile the crowded mart;
O women, sinking with despair,
Weary of limb and faint of heart,
Forget your years to-day and come
As children back to childhood’s house.”
Phoebe Cary