The Good Old Days
The Good Old Days poetry stories
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nimrahshani
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A different child now climbs the saucer magnolia tree I grew up with. The idol of my youth has become just another person in the world.

The Good Old Days

A different child now climbs the saucer magnolia tree I grew up with.

The idol of my youth has become just another person in the world.

The glitter I dropped on the floor still hangs around -- amazing!

Images of a younger me are frozen in dusty old photos.

Filed under the label "The good old days."

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