My old playground


Today - unkept, rambling post
Yet I see playrooms of childhood ghost
Innocence, pure happiness almost ...
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7 comments:

  1. Bill ~ {The Old Fart}August 4, 2010 at 6:59 AM

    I thought about the past as well, it is nice to have our memories,

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  2. Carrie Van HornAugust 4, 2010 at 10:39 AM

    Reminds me of a song...called "used to be my playground"...beautiful memories...:-)

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  3. ninotazizAugust 4, 2010 at 11:37 AM

    Dear Bill and Carrie,

    I am so happy to see both of you here. I was late into both the Magpie and MFM this week.

    Cheers!

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  4. AnonymousAugust 4, 2010 at 12:51 PM

    Thank goodness our memories always remain with us. Well done my friend. :)

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  5. ninotazizAugust 4, 2010 at 7:11 PM

    Dear Thom,

    Where will will be without a past? Thank you and have a great weekend...

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  6. SuzAugust 5, 2010 at 7:14 PM

    I liked this very much...a wistfulness about it
    with a sudden turn
    I love when a poem gives me a chill of deepness
    love it

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  7. ninotazizAugust 6, 2010 at 7:10 AM

    Dear Suz,

    I always love your comments so. Your first ever comments on my first Sara's story really spurred me on.

    Here again, thank you for sharing...

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