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I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

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v Friday, September 20, 2002 v

My mother found some old photographs from when we were very young!! It just brings back sweet memories and I get that nice, warm fuzzy feeling inside.

Old photgraphs,
Yellowed with age
So much so different
Yet so little changed
Things you don't remember
But you recognize
Because they still linger
At the back of your mind
Old photographs,
Faded with time
Things are different
Except the love still inside

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 3:34 pm [+]
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