I remember the day I ran away,
hid in a grove a quarter mile
from my home so I could see it.
Really meant it, kept telling me.
No one came out the door.
Couple hours later returned
and went to bed.
Easy childhood.
Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.
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I remember the day I ran away,
hid in a grove a quarter mile
from my home so I could see it.
Really meant it, kept telling me.
No one came out the door.
Couple hours later returned
and went to bed.
Easy childhood.
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