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In The Attic

     Busy hands digging out
age-old memories deep buried
    under the shroud of dust.
        What was forsaken
is found again once more 
       as eyes well up with tears
  and lips swerve by laughter.


Date: 11/06/2017

Note: For the contest (Photo-Story) by Eve Roper.
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Date: 12/2/2017 6:52:00 PM
Thank you for entering my contest , Afzal, this was a wonderful write. Congratulations on your win! Hugs Eve ~`*
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AFZAL NUSKER
Date: 12/4/2017 12:40:00 AM
Thank you very much, Eve.
Date: 11/8/2017 5:28:00 PM
I LOVE the free and easy way you did this one. It is my choice of the pictures too. I hope I can come up with one this good!
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Date: 11/8/2017 10:25:00 PM
Oh Dear Andrea, I'm sure you will come up with something better than this.
Date: 11/6/2017 8:03:00 AM
A very poignant poem, Afzal. I love the combining of tears (of joy no doubt) and laughter. That is the heartfelt reaction of finding those forsaken things in the attic. Beautiful poem w/nostalgic truth dusted off by your gentle pen. Aurora bright write. Love and joy always.
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Date: 11/6/2017 10:18:00 PM
Thank you very much, Freddie.
Date: 11/6/2017 5:45:00 AM
Ahhh! A memory evoking write, Afzal, short and succinct:)
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AFZAL NUSKER
Date: 11/6/2017 6:56:00 AM
Thank you, Jo.
Date: 11/6/2017 12:03:00 AM
And hidden treasures live to see another day. A great write Afzal, brings back memories, sometimes both good and sad....Maria
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Date: 11/6/2017 12:09:00 AM
Thanks a lot, Maria.