Baseball with Jim and Bobby
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(A dream) Every day, the ice cream truck would come down my street and I would meet it at the...
(A dream) Every day, the ice cream truck would come down my street and I would meet it at the...
Living our lives at the speed of sound Plugging our ears won't slow it down A whisper travels as fast...
Unanticipated raindrops tap at the glass As grey inserts itself into the distant gas Stripes of rain bands drop from...
Particles of matter amidst earth and sand Bits of the universe sift through my hand The rich smell of loam...