What Couldn't I Do When I Was a Kid That I Can Do Now?

This week's poem is by prentice hemp hill. The av very excite to read this again, maybe. Do you want it to wrap it up? I just wanted to tell the other story then read. O, ta nead this, and will do a poem, ok? Targ, i mean, i don't have a poem. Am, bobby hill? Or is it him? Phil? No, it's hemp hill. A, its boundaries are the distance at which i can love you and me simultaneously. Isnt that? That is perfect.