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May 10, 2009
By Anonymous

As memories past flash by I
Sit immobile, watch, and smile sly.
Frothy golden baby door
Spills forth coddled musical score.
Who knew how it could mortify?

Two-year-old me leaps “oh-so-high”,
Embarrassed now I want to die.
I wish I could dismiss these for
Memories past.

What nasty things I must defy!
I’ve grown from her, frenetic lie!
How I was, frightful years before
Must I accept me at age four?
Every place I turn, there haunt my
Memories past.



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