Grandpa and I
Grandpa took me to the ice cream store.
On my tricycle, yes, I was well_loved!
What girl in braids, could ask for more?
There were comic books there, too.
Pedaling along, in my white sandaled shoes.
And yes, paste and new pencils, too.
Friendly butterflies and lovely, tall trees
Birds of all sizes, that chirped so merrily.
What lovely days~that gave birth to poetry.
3/5/2023
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