they wrap up my memories
and stand along the wall
displaying everything i've seen
and some make me recall
a really long time ago
when i was just a kid
i can't remember just how far
i made that bycicle skid
one holds a family too
and in it we all smile
it makes me think about that time
and takes me another mile
photos make me happy
when times are good or stressed
they bring back memories of better times
without so much regret
the frames are all a little different
and yet they're all the same
they all hold pictures of the ones
who got me through the game
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