My Voices In The Park Writing, Smudge
He looks lonely, I’ll invite him to play with me. He wasn’t the best at going fast on the slide, but way better at climbing trees, I was impressed. We danced on the porch, he gave me a purple and blue flower, it smelt lovely, but his mum told called him , he went home.
Aaliyah.W. 31~5~17
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