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[aid] => mick
[title] => Melba's Past
[time] => 2004-01-21 12:52:40
[hometext] => I wish I could be in the past forever
[bodytext] => Happy memories mixed with painul tears come flooding back, They form a river flowing in waves of red, white and black, Up in the suns domain; a brilliant blue sky, An American flag flies high, Behind is a red-brick school house; it has stood there long, Since 1936 it has stood tall and proud; 67 graduating classes strong, Its halls posses my heart, my joy, my laughter The only laughter I have ever known, Now as I look back, I find I am chasing after The happiness that from being there in my heart had grown, The real world is full of hatred and pain, The tears have on my face left a stain, I gaze at the stars up above, And send to them my wishes and love, The cold, damp, inky-black night Sets my heart afright, I am standing on the cliff by the cemetary; the landscape stretches before me wide and vast, I close my eyes and remember summer last, Cheers and songs come back from a year now past, I hear a whisper, it ecchos eerily, It wafts through the thick night merrily, I cannot distinguish its tune or words, it caputures my attention with a snap, I suddenly recognize it; and as I turn and look back, I see last year, My eyes shed many a tear, All my friends are there, "We have been waiting for you" they say, I run to them gladly; not giving this world another thought or care, This is where I shall forever stay, In MY world, in MELBA's past, I have gone home at last. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 32 [informant] => MissLee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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