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The Granddaughter Plays

Today as my Granddaughter plays..

I fall into the simple haze

Childhood memories of long lost Daze

Feelings I had forgotton as I grew into age

How I sometimes miss that childhood haze.

Billowing curtains and breezes gone by,

I feel the beauty of my own childhood, minds' eye

Childhood haze, really never goes bye.

 

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