Memories of us

December 20, 2007
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Memories of us

In the rear view mirror suddenly,
I see a short glance of what we us to be,
All the time spent,
The places gone,

No more morning talks,
Or late night walks,
No more fun,
Suddenly I just want to run,

I see the memories all to clear,
As I stand out side the glass door,
While the sky opens and the rain begins to poor,

It is all gone,
For ever lost,
Just like a ball never to be tossed,





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