When I was young playing with friends

the wind would would start blowing and the bombardment would begin

between the acorns and gumballs we scattered like flies and tried to take cover and put our hands over our eyes

when it stopped blowing we all had survived and now that I’m older I remember those times

when the internal winds start blowing I think back when I was young and I remember it only last a short time……….and life goes on

Mental Gumballs

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