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What about God? 
I loved playing under the hose. My kids don’t get it. They miss out on so much in this world today where everything’s gotta be a “certain” way. You brought back a lot of memories. SIGH! 😀
I know, it’s sad isn’t it that they don’t know what we did, how to enjoy themselves instead of having to be entertained 😦 Glad that you liked my poem though!! hugs…
My first experience with a sprinkler and hose left an everlasting impression and red welts, it was one of those commercial ones used in parks with too much pressure…as kids we didn’t realize that LOL Love this thank you for the memories, Hugzzzz ((()))
Well, that one isn’t a “fond memory” is it? lol! Thanks for the comment Len and you are welcome for the good ones 🙂
Hi Theresa,
“often in water spent … ”
thank you for your wonderful
childhood’s summers poem!
you are most welcome!!! blessings…
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