Sweet Innocence (Kids Pick Up The Darndest Things)A Poem by PeteChildren appear to me as raw as the fresh fungi on a fence rail. - Thoreaulooking back i rememberin the old, brick, grammar school with flat roof, hard floors and thick, wooden, graffitied desks standing in line for the newly introduced, "mighty mort", hot lunch program "cold tray on the bottom and hot on top" they kept saying "that's how they stack" back at our seats, sharon was stirring and talking with her long hair and shiny braced teeth until she got up holding two hot dogs on a plastic fork and approached the teacher "i got two", she explained and wanted to give one back thankfully she hadn't counted the beans © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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