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The Lost Memories
Wildwood gives me memories to last a lifetime/
 It sure is amazing and sweet exactly not like a lime/
 Packing our bags on another trip to this sight/
 It incrdibly brings back the heat, sand and light//
 Mom and I sit in the car during the pouring rain/
 Waiting for dad to get in and drive off in the right lane/
 As my dad turned the key ignition it made a sound,"Chu, chu"/
 It sounded like a train but insanely not new//
 My anticipation was aggreeably rising/
 But all my Wildwood meets and dreams were colliding/
 I was still in the car sitting, with my head faced down/
 My mom turned around and looked at me with a frown//
 I waited for this day to come forever and now it's gone/
 I woke up so early for no reason before it hit dawn/
 Wasted my time planning and packing for this vacation/
 Hoping that it would be awesome in my own sensation//
 "Another day, another day ", my mom said softly/
 I wish that other day comes oh so fastly/
 Today is the wrong day in my opinion/
 But planning this vacation was not a good decision/
 It would have been nice if the weather was sunny and bright/
 In Wildwood, we could have been flying a kite/
 Lying on the beach with no stress is what my parents want/
 But we cannot beacause we have nothing to flaunt//
 My day ends horribly watching shows on TV/
 I saw a commercial about a beach, which made me wheezy/
 I wish Wildwood was in my backyard, it would be so breezy/
 Escaping everything that didnt smell like water and daisy//

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