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TREASURE
Contributed by
poewhit
on
Monday, 16th January 2017 @ 01:49:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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Into the attic I creep. Just for a tiny peek. They wont ever know. I/'/ll go real slow.
A pirate trunk to find. Jolly Roger, and that kind. Slowly open to look. It/'/s empty but one book.
Soiled and old, yet it gleams. First page open by seam. Dear Diary, today I cry, I met this nice guy.
from my poem book - DREAMS
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poewhit
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2017-01-16 13:49:19] (Date/Time posted on
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