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The Past MAG

By Anonymous

I miss the yellow leaf
Which fell upon my head
And the church bell that announced
What time is what
And the tree I have climbed so oft
And the white dogs that barked
And barked inside a fence
I long to see friendly faces
Who smile at me through the windows
On a bus
They call for me to come back
Into fake reality
And into a dream ...
I want to go with them
It is tugging at my heart
But there is no turning back
It is already the past.




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i love this so much!

Debbie1 SILVER said...
on Apr. 30 2011 at 6:10 pm
Debbie1 SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"As long as there is life, there is hope."

I LOVE this!!! Really great job!!!