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The Granddaughter Plays
Today as my Granddaughter plays..
I fall into the simple haze
Childhood memories of long lost Daze
Feelings I had forgotton as I grew into age
How I sometimes miss that childhood haze.
Billowing curtains and breezes gone by,
I feel the beauty of my own childhood, minds' eye
Childhood haze, really never goes bye.
Thursday 29th June 2017 11:46 pm
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