The wild ways of being young, Not caring about anything, No reflection or ambition, Blind eye gratification, Lacking ways more brilliant, Dirt in toes, Grassy butt, Bloody elbow and broken weeds. Wild, wild, wild wonder.
I am using voice recognition. It’s a bit slow but I think it will get better. I like talking and writing. The words are slow and more thoughtful. Continuing projects is how I enjoy my life. A poem above about being wild and young.
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