5th Hour; Street Child

I am a child of the universe
I saunter around, every *pavement* is my home,
A learning board around my neck
And a *satchel*, filled to brim with my treasures;
A *wine glass* to remember to say, “cheers’ to any situation
A block of *cheddar cheese*, just enough to keep this guant frame going
A bunch of sunflowers,their cheerfulness to drive away any sorrow
And finally a nail to safely secure my Memories, from escaping the space in my satchel and from my life….

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