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Childhood Dreams
There's a little yellow house
at the end of the road
that holds my childhood dreams.
A midnight cat, a first bike ride,
and my very first memories.
There's a little brown apartment
on the borders of town
that holds my childhood dreams.
Picking dandelions, moving trucks,
and kindergarten screams.
There's a little blue apartment
a few blocks down
that holds my childhood dreams.
A leaking air conditioner, tasmanian devil,
and broken screens.
There's a little white house
in the middle of town
that holds my childhood dreams.
My very own room, Brittany Spears
and a big apple tree.
There's a little blue house
built right into a hill
that holds my childhood dreams.
A lifelong change, court dates,
and homemade green beans.
There's a little white apartment
above the laundry mat
that holds my childhood dreams.
Friday night movies, narrow twin beds,
and an all girl team.
There's a little white apartment
two doors down
that hold my childhood dreams.
A staircase, melted popsicles,
and a birthday party scene.
There's a little white house
on fifth street
that holds my childhood dreams.
Furry new friends, a yellow bus,
and preteen schemes.
There's a little blue house
just outside of town
that holds my childhood dreams.
A first tree house, a new sister,
and running through the stream.
There's a little yellow house
right on the highway
that holds my childhood dreams.
A drink, a smoke,
and dreams turned into screams.
There's a little place called home
that stretches across a state
that holds my childhood dreams.
The good, the bad,
and everything in between.
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