Too be young and think about being young are two distictly differnt things.
 I sat down on the kitchen floor of mine/my Grandmother's house (notice the capital letter - They diserve it!) dreaming, recalling, vivid scenes flash of what I saw through those eyes
The cabinets, the cutting board it seems like now we tower over the microwave stand and peer to peer with the frig! how strangely the feelings of being bullyed by the frig  we looked at the dog as a friend and pal there when you needed him with that unconditional love great ain't it?!?! i am told that i once watched tv with my gram in the crook of her arm in the chair with her 
isn't it fitting that we now look down to once we looked up
when and where did you get to look at?


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r.daviD paine iii
5:48am
8/5/95