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About This Poem
Days Of My Childhood
Days of my childhood
Always wonderfully good.
Days of imagination
Filled with aspiration.
Days of my dreaming
Of world travelling.
Days of reading,
More of me I was becoming.
Days of my writings
Expression of thoughts and feelings.
Days of envisioning
Of future workings.
Days of my childhood,
Done everything I could.
Days of wishing
To freely be living.
Days of my youth
Found my inner truth.
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