Monday, September 9, 2013

My Playfellow Comments

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I remember thee in my youth,
When our hands were still soft and dimpled- -and the contact of them;
And the bright painted bits with which we played and the agony of breaking them,
And the woe of darkness and the mysteries of the little path that led past the hill,
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