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First Grade Innocence

Two little girls stand dream by dream unaware of what their feelings mean. The instinct to laugh and play often leads them inside on a Sunday where two imaginations see spun what innocence befits be done. The long years go by so very slow they're sure it takes forever to grow. What should Barbie wear today? Should she talk to Ken? and If they saw each other naked would it be a sin? Pretend cooking for little Mama (her breast is just stuffed socks) while acting Daddy reads and rocks. Acting out their sure adult dreams, they imitate life as it seems – a wonderful grownup scene. Innocently they play out future goals, unaware of time's mark on such roles. ... CayCay Jennings August 31, 2015 (written 11-78)

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Date: 1/2/2017 2:07:00 PM
Love it, CayCay! And yes, it would have been fun to play barbies together :)
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Date: 12/6/2015 8:56:00 AM
Hi CayCay, dropped by to read another of your earlier posts:) Perhaps I'm intruding into an innocent part of your youth, when play was still play. But time quickly goes by, and reality of life soon comes into view. It's a pleasure to go back in time, when the mood so dictates:) Regards // paul
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Date: 8/31/2015 11:09:00 PM
CayCay, I enjoyed reading your sweet poem. I think it really fits the theme of the contest. Best wishes! Love, Kim
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Caycay Jennings
Date: 9/1/2015 9:01:00 AM
Hi, Kim - It means much to me that you shared your response, the human I am sincerely appreciates it. Best wishes to you also ... CayCay
Date: 8/31/2015 4:12:00 PM
Ah, I remember those days when my little friends and I played dress up, played with dolls, made mud pies . . . ! I like your poem! Janice
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Date: 8/31/2015 4:44:00 PM
Thank you, Janice. Me, too! I lived that poem and maybe it is the little girl still inside us who remembers those days. Now here we are playing poetry! CayCay

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