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My pockets stuffed
with memories,
I'm going in search
of yesterday,
past the streets
of recall, and
over the bridge of
long ago,
hoping to find that
child who was never
going to grow up.
When I find him I'll
tell him
how proud I am
of him,
and how he never
gave in
and never let go of
his inner child,
keeping the two of us
together,
then .…
ContinueAdded by william james falls on November 15, 2012 at 20:13 — 1 Comment
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