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The Child I Used to Be
Like the child I used to be
In a timeframe, that hadn’t altered.
I meandered through the meadow
Knee high in grass, buttercups
Nodding as I pass, their
Tall and stately faces upturned seeking the sun.
The hedgerows heavy with blossom.
Their distinctive perfume
Drifted by me, on the breeze.
The sun warmed my face.
The soft fragrant breeze
Toyed w...
Monday 19th July 2010 5:52 pm
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