Rolling on HillsidesA Poem by Alfred Kukitzdown we go!
Rolling on Hillsides
I have rolled on the hillside Felt the splendor in the grass Ate dirt as bullets flied near my head Saw the morning sanctify my smile Heard your footsteps as they passed by A day to remember where I held you forever As the morning drifts into a soft rain of summer's dew As each of us gave light to eyes renewed. © 2015 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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