He tapped my chest. Happy is here. He tapped his own chest. Here.I looked down past my chin. InsideInside.It was getting crowded in there. First angel. Now happy. It seemed there was more to me than...

He tapped my chest. Happy is here. He tapped his own chest. Here.
I looked down past my chin. Inside
Inside.
It was getting crowded in there. First angel. Now happy. It seemed there was more to me than cabbage and turnips.
Jerry Spinelli

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This was the start of a period that blurs as I try to recall it. Incidents seem to cascade and merge. Events become feelings fellings become events. Head and heart are contrary historians.
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Home is everything you can walk to.
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He tapped my chest. Happy is here. He tapped his own chest. Here.I looked down past my chin. InsideInside.It was getting crowded in there. First angel. Now happy. It seemed there was more to me than cabbage and turnips. Jerry Spinelli

He tapped my chest. Happy is here. He tapped his own chest. Here.
I looked down past my chin. Inside
Inside.
It was getting crowded in there. First angel. Now happy. It seemed there was more to me than cabbage and turnips.
Jerry Spinelli