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Apr 6
From little dollies,
To sitting in trollies.
Sitting beneath trees,
In the summer breeze.
Not a care I felt,
Nor a worry to feel.
Just me and my friends,
Imaginary or real.
The delight of innocence,
In the simpler days,

As I ponder back to the simpler ways.
Chelsea Quigley
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Chelsea Quigley  21/F/Waterford
(21/F/Waterford)   
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