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Sep 2013
One day,
we will all grow up,
will have families,
will fall in love,
will be hurt,
will die.
We will all be forgotten.
We are told to leave a legacy,
but who will remember when we're dead?
we will become another hole in the ground,
a box of ashes on a mantel piece,
a forgotten memory.
Ashley Boss
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Ashley Boss  Smitten with the Mitten
(Smitten with the Mitten)   
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