sun beams
beetles
blankets
bedtime
I walk home instead of taking the bus so I can
smell the breeze
see the mountains
feel my muscles
find my rhythm
the goofy smile you see on my face means
the punks are in school
I'm not in a car
it's raining
or you're really cute but I have no idea what you're saying
so excuse me while I soak up
the sights
the sounds
my confusion
and a fresh perspective
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