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The child in me still puts crayons between my fingers, scratching out color clouds until everything slowly, methodically, dissolves into little more than a soft and silent muddy gray. –Kevin Kevin Hodgson´s last blog post ..That Poem In Your Pocket Should Be Shared Reply
The child in me still puts
crayons between my fingers,
scratching out color clouds
until everything slowly, methodically,
dissolves into little more than
a soft and silent muddy gray.
–Kevin
Kevin Hodgson´s last blog post ..That Poem In Your Pocket Should Be Shared