When I see sour cherries, and fuzzy peaches I think of you,
And all the wild adventure we'd get into...
Counting our pennies to buy those delicious dreams.
Eating so much our poor tastes buds began to scream.
Growing up with you, and I can't even count all the trouble we'd get in.
Our friendship a harmonious duo, you were the yang to my yin.
Those adventures through our stomping ground all on our own.
Making prank calls, knock-n-run, or flipping pizza up-side-down.
I'd be the word of reason, in the midst of all your crimes,
By the end of it all, your crimes also became mine.
Author's Note:
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April Showers
PoetryThis collection is for the Versification challenge for the month of April. Each chapter is a prompt themed story or poem. Thank you for taking the time to read along, let me know what you think!
