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Nov 2015
We used to spend hours and hours
-all the time we could-
in places like this.
Then we ran out of time
and now we hurry by and the
leaves change and
nothing is ever the same as it was when
we had hours and hours and nowhere to go and nothing to do
except lay in the grass and look at the clouds and the stars
and think that we had forever.
Shay Petterson
Written by
Shay Petterson  Logan, UT
(Logan, UT)   
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