Daisy chains and paper planes
Childhood friends memory remains
Laid on your back amongst the grass
Heads touching watching clouds pass
familiar faces magical traces
A seldom jet stream white fluffy laces
Wellies and rain macs, picnics and sun
Trips to your grandma, iced Chelsea bun
Mud pies and perfume, snails and worms
Dirt on both knees and covered in germs
Effortless innocence, no worries no stress
I miss being a child I remember less and less
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