Childhood, by tink |
childhood playing in the woods, digging holes and catching bugs talking to the animals watching the clouds letting my immagination run wild playing with finger paints art projects crayola crayons in the super big box.... i always wanted the one with the built in sharpener is ti too late to be a kid again? |
Posted: 2005-12-08 19:04:49 UTC |
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