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Hall of Memories
Hall of Memories
Have you ever noticed how fast the years pass?
Like a speeding car zooming thru the countryside,
catching fleeting glimpses of objects becoming something.
What?
Such is the impression when I get a job in the bakery,
twelve years after I quit.
My eyes open, who's still there; looking for a friendly familiar face.
Ah! There's Kare...
Tuesday 11th December 2012 6:57 pm
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