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the saying quaint is memory I am surprised i remembered it six almost long decades since I tried to tell myself to never forget how the  day is wonderfilled we have sandboxes beloved pets steel toy cars and backyards we explore like jungles swings and naps when life gets tiresome amongst the sunrises and hours spent getting acquainted to this life a sister who is nice at times and moms and dads peaches and cream longings to grow up and see everything sidewalks leading to we do not know where just dream they have sights unseen deep down in the grey of now the hard to read story of those years all are written down archived like bubblegum on a bedpost sweetness of that first kiss that recall of  days that are so malleable just don't forget or get all old
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 5:16 AM UTC
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the saying quaint is memory I am surprised i remembered it six almost long decades since I tried to tell myself to never forget how the  day is wonderfilled we have sandboxes beloved pets steel toy cars and backyards we explore like jungles swings and naps when life gets tiresome amongst the sunrises and hours spent getting acquainted to this life a sister who is nice at times and moms and dads peaches and cream longings to grow up and see everything sidewalks leading to we do not know where just dream they have sights unseen deep down in the grey of now the hard to read story of those years all are written down archived like bubblegum on a bedpost sweetness of that first kiss that recall of  days that are so malleable just don't forget or get all old
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Jul 1, 2017 at 5:16 AM UTC
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