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Oct 2014
Yesterday:
I was a boy;
Afraid of the world and wonder,
Yet captivated by all it's precious plunder.

Today:
I am growing;
Changing and shifting as the sands,
Of the dry barren lands
Unexplored.

Tomorrow:
I will be a man;
Held in my roots steadfast,
With a legacy built to last,
And last.
"When I grow up..."
Viola Densden
Written by
Viola Densden  Cape Town, South Africa
(Cape Town, South Africa)   
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