Donna Young Poems

When we were younger we never agreed.
As we grow older we rarely meet
Life is so busy now
When did this happen?
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As I go slowly up the hill
Bumping and rocking side to side
Looking with a pail face
Down we go
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Grace I remember you little and cute
Playing games on the beach and in your room
Telling you horror stories to help you sleep
Only then hearing you quiver and scream
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