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Childhood games

It was easier like counting 123 growing up as child , no worries in the world time seems longer each day, long summer days playing Kirby hide An seek, who we'd pick to count to 100 ,by that time it was in for tea..Nevertheless it was the best from climbing trees. Scratches an grazes, bumps an Bruises, covered in dirt then  back to playing tracking 123. 
  Fights an petty argument's fizzled out within the sun set off to bed.
 No thoughts of what's in store for us we just enjoying the summer hot dusk .... 
Rewind I wish I could to go back to them fays of childhood.

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