Bubble Days
On the way somewhere boring
I just happened to see this baby on the bus laughing
Suddenly, I'm a puppy too
Smiling and giggling as I walk down the street
Passing by people
Spreading my seeds
Finished the garden
Planned for months
Can't wait for blooming to come
Sitting on the porch
Warm gentle breeze
The empty plastic bags are dancing
Baked some cupcakes
Icing and sprinkles
Hope she likes them
Tandem bike riding
Fun in the sun
The times we used to have
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