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A Passing Thought at 5AM
I miss the little things.
My schoolyard friends,
The summer's end,
My childish dreams.
And fear this too
Of tomorrow's day.
When I will say,
Today was full.
If Hope lies ahead
And happiness back,
It can only track
That now is dead.
The present is skiewed,
By what was then,
The future's when,
And how they're viewed.
,
...
Thursday 20th August 2015 11:57 am
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