Withered Memories
I walk up the shady street of my memory,
up that big hill where I rode my bike;
to the end of our quiet dappled street,
and into a park lush green and full of songs . . .
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January 14, 2020
Poetry/Verse/Withered Memories
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1216-623-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Excerpt from my poem, Withered Pages of My Childhood
Written July 7, 2019
Submitted into the contest, Arbitrium Divisa 6,
sponsor, Gregory R. Barden
Seventh Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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