Memories
We take our family memories one by one the things we have said, the things we have done, Some bring a smile, so bring a tear most of them they wont disappear , We have a book of memories its not upon a shelf its locked deep within our hearts the key we keep ourselves.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Revolting Damage | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| Help She Cried!!!! | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| The knock out!!! | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| Memories | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| The wayI feel | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
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