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The rain of nostalgia

What a pleasant time of the year! For showers of blessings have come A glorious time for others, But painful for some.. The children are out already, Leaping in puddles of joy I just sit, and watch them Remembering myself as a boy.. Every drop reminds me, Of all my happy days But now no-one listens, They're off on their own ways... My mind is now wandering.. Down the memory lane As i stand with my umbrella, In this never ending rain...

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Date: 11/28/2017 8:50:00 AM
This is an amazing poem... I love the imagery for the children!
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Date: 11/28/2017 9:21:00 AM
Thanks a lot!