old typewriter (pexels.com)
The road that I was born and raised on from 1964 to 1997.
Mile to walk to the school bus.
constantly rough at times especially in the snow and rain.
Kaleidoscopic memories of years of fun and sorrow and a lot of
individual
memories of many seasons in the sun
Where did the time go?
always there was a picnic or some action going on that road
you lived on growing to be the person you are.
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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