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The photo, wrinkled and flavored with time, That passed all too abruptly. But it shows Smiling faces, eyes closed in laughter's rhyme, The laughter that ever so smoothly flows Through my past; it is my favorite mem- Ory. It lingers in my lowest play To catch my heart off guard. The waving limb Of my family tree started with this face. How blessed to have this fleeting moment caught! My past, entangled in this candid shot.
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
Candid
The photo, wrinkled and flavored with time, That passed all too abruptly. But it shows Smiling faces, eyes closed in laughter's rhyme, The laughter that ever so smoothly flows Through my past; it is my favorite mem- Ory. It lingers in my lowest play To catch my heart off guard. The waving limb Of my family tree started with this face. How blessed to have this fleeting moment caught! My past, entangled in this candid shot.
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
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