Silver Bullets

silver-bullet
Pencil sharpener
shaped like a silver bullet
Lone Ranger on the radio
fields filled with butterflies
creeks clean and cool
for swimming

Don’t know if the old days were better
but I miss them anyway
a bowl of homemade ice cream
sweet memories from a summer day.

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4 Responses to Silver Bullets

  1. chris jensen says:

    Those don’t work anymore, darling!

    chris

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