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Feb 2019
Remember when we were young and
Every day we would play until it got dark?
Marching outside, playing in the dirt---
Each day was anew to
Discover and learn! Where did our
Yesterdays----yesteryears go?!!

The Good Old Days!
Title by Alesso
Just an acrostic poem I wrote quickly tonight about missing my childhood.
Nina McNally
Written by
Nina McNally  33/F/Maine
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