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Golden Age of Summer

Golden age of summer, spent in a small Iowa town where I used to slumber. So many summers ago spending magic moments with my old pal shep at the old swimming hole. Rexall drug store will never forget such a place to go for a 25 cent malt and so much more. Where did you go golden age of summer? Dearly miss you so. Sitting with grandmother in the golden age of summer on her front porch talking with each other, loved her so sincerely as golden age of summer left me with just memories so has old grandma who I loved so dearly.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 12/9/2008 9:44:00 AM
This is such a beautiful poem filled with so many tender feelings. How quickly time passes and life changes. Thank you for sharing tis lovely memory. Love Robin
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Date: 9/8/2008 9:31:00 PM
My Grandparents raised me James and my one true deep never parting regret is that I failed to be what they taught me to be - Thankfully they taught me well enough that all these years later I have returned hom to our Lord - Good night James
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