We were little girls
Living next door to one another
I was an only child
She had three younger brothers
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Nostalgic. Once again your poems appeal to everyone with your human touch. 'I wonder now, if she ever thinks about those days.' For the last few days my wife has been looking at her school year books and recalling how it was then with those she knew wishing that she could return to those happy days. I had to tell her that my schools did not have any yearbooks. I could use the help.
Nostalgic. Once again your poems appeal to everyone with your human touch. 'I wonder now, if she ever thinks about those days.' For the last few days my wife has been looking at her school year books and recalling how it was then with those she knew wishing that she could return to those happy days. I had to tell her that my schools did not have any yearbooks. I could use the help.
I see hide and seek and such put you in the mood: O) nice memory lane trip....I always revert back to nice childhood memories when my poem writing starts to get too blue.....thanks for sharing: O)