Now I rememberthose blissful dayswe’d sit neath theold oak tree duringsultry days of summer. Time passed too quicklyas I listened to storiesfrom yesteryear. Every talebetter than the last one; Iyearned for more, wishingthey would never end. Across the way was citified,with skyscrapers and such.Too much hustle bustle formy liking; I’d rather sitamid nature, and listen […]

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