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My Eyes Tell My AgeA Poem by Amber S. HaysFound my childhood, all bottled up into a plastic yellow flashlight. Faded black marker determines the possession between my sister and I. The ni.. |
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Never Say GoodbyeA Poem by Winter of '97A poem about childhood |
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A Childs WorldA Poem by Winter of '97A poem about dealing with childhood |
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Seasons DreamingA Poem by Winter of '97A short poem about the seasons of the year |
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Summer DreamA Story by Winter of '97A very short story of summers past |
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Grass Stains and LaughterA Poem by Kelley Quinn@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-famil.. |
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We're Seven Years Old Again..A Poem by SiennaLet us take a look back on our childhood.. |
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[soul dancing]A Poem by Sarah OttA mantra I wrote for myself many years ago |
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AliveA Poem by ElwinaSome product of a broken home Flooded by tears Born in a weep, the lullaby I still hear in my sleep And that won’t stop Or f.. |
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GoodbyeA Poem by jesiA poem written to my oldest and best friend when we split ways at the end of high school |
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Life was so different, just a decade ago!!A Poem by TMS.ShammieAs we grow life changes, still we think about the childhood we've had. It's different for all and its different in many aspects. But still the core th.. |
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Childhood DreamsA Poem by Apple NewhouseEver since I was a little girl I had a dream, a wish I wished at every wishing well a wish I wished on every star A dream I hope for after I die a.. |
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All of meA Poem by BuniheartThe thing that tears me the most, Is realizing That all those memories, I hold ever so closely, Will be completely destroyed... When I set foot i.. |
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You still have.. all of meA Book by BuniheartStory of someone i know, just begining to write this. |
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'Ol Country HomeA Chapter by Songthe childhood of a lonely girl |
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The Death of InnocenceA Poem by Holly SoquesOn the transition from childhood to adolescence, and the growing pains which that often involves, not necessarily for the better... |
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'Neath that Oak TreeA Poem by Forbidden PoetI sit by still" In memory At a playhouse built for me I stare blankly" In my mind At all the things left behind I sleep tend.. |
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The Unlikely VictimA Story by Sammie0014Lucy returns to the one place she swore she'd never return to, the place where one of her parent's were killed. But who was the murderer? |
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