We met on a Saturday,
                                    on a sandy beach.
                                 Worshipping the sun,
                                     back then when it was

                                  Speaking of small things,
                                     that I now hardly remember.

                                   But I do know,
                                        I never ask you
                                     your favorite color,
                                        or what flowers you liked.

                                    How strange it seems,
                                       remembering the small things
                                                in life,
                                       while the larger things
                                          appear so

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Date: 8/13/2017 3:29:00 PM
Tucker,Bringing past to present.... Lovely!
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Date: 8/13/2017 2:20:00 AM
This poem expresses something I have also found to be true, that little things count for a lot, and large things often aren't that relevant. Little details and little moments are what we often remember later, because they may represent something more, something we care about. I like the skill, the economy, with which this idea is illustrated here. Excellent work!
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