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Mobility
Unplug my father's new scooter
Dust from tiny tires
I follow distant
Smiles of good times past
Memories of learning to ride a bike
I look down at the legless frog
Thoughts of joy and sorrow
I won't tell him
Dust from tiny tires
I follow distant
Smiles of good times past
Memories of learning to ride a bike
I look down at the legless frog
Thoughts of joy and sorrow
I won't tell him
Published 24th Sep 2020
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One chair under the umbrella,
now I understand.
To the younger, heroic frog fella,
just keep holding their hands.
now I understand.
To the younger, heroic frog fella,
just keep holding their hands.
