Sunday, April 25, 2010

R8 D O FLYR



I had a youthful need for speed,
Each tree climbed, had to be higher.
Sliding down hills in a cardboard box,
Never compared to my Radio Flyer.

Now days fishing high on a rock,
Or napping by a warm fire,
Satisfies like my need to read.
There is little more left to desire.

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