The Little Things.

Splashing in puddles,
left by rain.
Climbing high branches,
of some old tree.
The Squeeks and squeels,
Of a rusty swing.
The intense construction,
in a box of sand.
Going fast down a hill,
on a bike too big.
Hiding from the world,
in a game of hide and seek.
Tugging on the pigtails,
of the girl you like.

The little things…

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