Friday, November 27, 2009

When We Were Young Comments

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Looking through a kaleidoscope,
I see your image always there.
The dream that eluded me
ever since we were young.
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David Harris
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Stephen Stirk 04 December 2009

It is promises and memories such as this that give our lives colour, and meaning, and indivuality. Reading your poem brought back several such memories from my own youth. Broken dreams, chances lost....and then Best Steve 10

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Carol Gall 27 November 2009

broken promises go great poem david 10

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David Harris

David Harris

Bradfield, England
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