Over there I played and Over there I was raised ... That haunted palace was up-stairs and My old school was down-stairs ... I spent most of my childhood Over there happily and gladly ... The green grass , the cactus , the orange trees , Those egg-plants , these green and red peppers ,and Those pretty camels were over there ... The tin houses were installed for Those poor people who lived over there ... It was a long , long time ago , but That Patos Orchard is no more over there Simply because they replaced with some Other buildings ... That Patos Orchard is only stored In my mind ... I am still alive to document it for those who know nothing it About it ... The Patos Orchard is real and I am real ,but Now it's no more ..................... . _____________________