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what love is
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Even the strongest tree falls,often so slowly you barelynotice as it greets each new spring as if for the first time;and in your dreams you imagineit ..
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I remember those days when we walked on the sands,
the four of us, one, through the link of our hands,
when the world was a smile on my dear mothe..
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just a memory
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Time was when we stretched the boundaries,ran free, Micky and me;darting in and out of consequenceas all kids do.Years melted and I didn't see him aga..
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'All that glisters is not gold,often have you heard that told.'William Shakespeare,from The Merchant of Venice.She had a wish, the little village girl..
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from a memory of how it was
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Days come, days go, unbending, unending,one step in front of the other;inexorable in their progress as they slipthrough cracks in the pavement and for..
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Just a bit of fun
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Eight rows of ancient wooden desks,empty now, stood quiet in patient rank and file,scarred from initials cut with purposeful intentby ink stained fing..
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