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Childish Rememberance
Contributed by
TheImpairedSpirit
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Sunday, 9th October 2011 @ 02:17:45 AM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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Oh how time speeds by So fast as matter of fact, our moments aren't realized until they are gone A memory is life's reminder of what we had Of what we have lost Gone is the childish inocence Gone is a life of comfort Before the heart ache Before the broken dreams Before the burden of the future was a thought Life was as clear as could be Before choices fogged our perspective And responsiblity was a stranger The beauty of a day was never ending And the world was a just and fair place Oh how I miss those days..
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Re: Childish Rememberance
(User Rating: 1 ) by RussellReinhardt on
Sunday, 9th October 2011 @ 03:43:31 AM AEST (User
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Well well well. How that takes me back damn how I miss those days. We had a hard but beautiful childhood. Thank you for take'n me back it maid me reflect on my life and I must rethink my future. God bless you
Greatings
Russell Reinhardt
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Re: Childish Rememberance
(User Rating: 1 ) by xanvier on
Sunday, 9th October 2011 @ 06:20:20 AM AEST (User
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how beautiful and wonderful to be young again and think back all the good and bad old days we had, we should never forget those days for as those had been part of our life, thnks for sharing for this nice beautiful poem.... |
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Re: Childish Rememberance
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Sunday, 9th October 2011 @ 10:25:00 PM AEST (User
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Great write, it takes one way back.
Blessings,
emy |
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