Just For the Marshmallows

Family Time

By Ahsha ClaytonPublished 2 months ago • 1 min read

Before the cold of night,

We sit by campfire's light.

Warmed by pure delight.

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Ahsha Clayton

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Sandy Gillman2 months ago
I love how you made this rhyme!

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