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Fifty Years Later

Do you remember our first kiss, It was only 50 years ago, Our parents put us up to it, Because we didn’t know. 50 years later we would meet again, In a different situation, a place and time, Wondering where we have been, It hasn’t been, such a long time. I was eight and you were three, How could they do this, How could it be? Dreams of many years ago, The little blond haired beauty, That stole my heart, so.

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Date: 12/23/2008 10:32:00 PM
Very cute and homey....I like it too....I wonder what ever happened to her too now...I hope you run into her sometime, just to see how her life has blossomed...I know a few I'd love to run into too....Some of those old flames that never quit burning....keeps a heart warm with wonderful yearning..Lawrence...in Lou. thanks for sharing friend.
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