Evening Romp-Ravin Ink promptA Poem by Dave W.To be young again....Summer nights we'd steal away, out the house out to play, down the road along Wilshire St. Running romping stamping our feet, till to the park in joy arrived. These evenings where we felt alive, imagination our only guide, to the top and down the slide. The world to us belonged alone, with friends so dear then back to home.
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