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A beauty time had to kill












There are times when the hands of the clock stand still
Caught in a moment gone by called childhood

Amongst the muddy puddles
Paper boats
Running noses

Shady burrows
Whispered secrets
Hidden cookie jars
Crayon doodles

Short and sweet
Thses little instances of yesterdays …
Leave me feeling complete and at ease.

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