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k a watson 2 days ago The bell jingles The door opens The little figure hunched over A parchement long forgotten In time and space My hads skim the volumes My nose inhales the fragrance Emotion over comes my being I begin to run Down the isles and up the stairs Grabbing beautiful lights at random Laughter bubbles from inside as I dance Among the tall shelves that hold precious life It is over too soon My father calls to me He tells me to pick only one My happiness evaporates How could I just choose one? We soon leave I empty handed And his arms filled with knowledge But I would return I would return many a times To relive that memory
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
Memory
k a watson 2 days ago The bell jingles The door opens The little figure hunched over A parchement long forgotten In time and space My hads skim the volumes My nose inhales the fragrance Emotion over comes my being I begin to run Down the isles and up the stairs Grabbing beautiful lights at random Laughter bubbles from inside as I dance Among the tall shelves that hold precious life It is over too soon My father calls to me He tells me to pick only one My happiness evaporates How could I just choose one? We soon leave I empty handed And his arms filled with knowledge But I would return I would return many a times To relive that memory
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
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