Realization of the OldA Poem by Monster ^.^Why do we stop playing?
It's because we grow old. No more toy cars, nor dolls nor bedtime stories told. But what irony in life! No people on the same page! The aged wish youth, while the children wish age, Time is too quick! It's faster than a run, What you have now, Soon might be gone. If it's only understood, The reason underlying, Why do we grow old? It's because we stop playing. © 2013 Monster ^.^Reviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 12, 2013 Last Updated on February 12, 2013 AuthorMonster ^.^PhilippinesAboutMy real name is JS Legara. I'm Male, 18 years of age, taking up Accountancy. I really love writing Short Stories, I like them funny. Since I could make through poetry and stage plays o-kay, I try t.. more..Writing
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