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Nothing Matters

When I was young there was shame in being poor a sandwich for lunch No snack or drink When I was young we didn't worry if our socks matched as long as we had a sock on both feet We were ahead of the game When I was young Mama gave us 3 meals a day Clean hand me downs and a twin bed met with 4. When I was young my siblings and I were our favorite things to play with and fight for. When I was young all was fair in love and war. I wish when I was young we were all young.

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Date: 1/18/2013 6:47:00 PM
Elba; I come from a very poor family. I mean poor, but we don't have to stay that way. We can always better ourselves. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla
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