Summer adventures
took us into the woods
we survived on fantasy
we made believe
that's what we did back then
when we were kids
I'm going back to the start
where blackberry picking
turned to jam
and got sold at people's doors
for the price stamped on top
of old 'Smucker's' jars
Adryan Rotica
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