Monday, September 21, 2009

times past

Times past, Tomes gone,
Times spent on our lawn.
When we were care free,
When we had glee.
No worries, just fun.
When we play with our toy, not gun.
No worry about other’s thoughts,
Our life, none could distraught.
Ah, our past, so full of cheer
We saw wonder in all, from birds to deer.

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