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MEMORIES OF OLD
Memories of old,
flooding fast through my mind,
some tinged with sadness
and some, sweet sublime.
A fireside reverie shared
with eyes so bright,
an audience of innocence
and excited delight.
The crackling logs
on the fires of time,
the little rapt faces as
you feed them a line.
Of thunder, lightning,
and rain as we run!
Football, toy...
Friday 17th July 2015 4:38 pm
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