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The Used-To-Be

I truly long to find a place- were the used-to-be, now history, still exists in time and space. Where childhood innocence is sublime- and yesterdays again replay- those precious moments lost to time. I search in vain to find that place- were the used-to-be, now history, sill exists in time and space. Why can’t I find that elusive place- where times long past forever last- in another time and space? I think there is no place of used-to-be- were yesterdays again replay- except in one’s nostalgic memories.

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