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A Boy of 8

I sit and observe your face me watching you you watching the world How new it all must be Seeing your eyes light up You smile at a joke you've heard for the first time One ive heard long ago I hear you converse about what I say dissecting what you hear what you think I meant when I said it Oh to be 8 years old again with no worries Learning what it is to be a boy of 8 while I watch you watching me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 8/9/2011 2:57:00 PM
A lovely warm write. Oh, those carefree days of childhood! Where did they go?
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Kimberly Larocca
Date: 8/10/2011 8:06:00 AM
Thanks for the visit.

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