Memories

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    Memories

    You say what we had was wrong,
    But i strongly disagree,
    Just you, me, and the memories; sitting in a tree,
    Carving, writing, and laughing,
    What a sight to see.
    Rainy days and running around,
    Jumping in puddles all over town,
    Treasure hunts and dog crap,
    Making up our own rap;
    Only wishing it wan't over,
    I wish upon a four-leaf clover.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    enzyx3’s Poems (5)

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