musingSmile I used to walk Down the street With a smile on my face, When I was young, And foolish. When the world Felt safe. Rate this:Share this:Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Love this poem. I still find myself walking down the street with a smile on my face even though I am not young or foolish. ❤️ LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Love this poem. I still find myself walking down the street with a smile on my face even though I am not young or foolish. ❤️
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That’s the spirit 💪
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