Days passed of barefeet in the summer grass,
mint leaves sprouting up from wet soil.
My mind drifts back there...
We all played rough with the football
and storm clouds rolled idly by.
Only a smattering of raindrops fell
and our young faces welcomed them.
Til this day I swear
that old house knew me, knew us,
before we were ever born.
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