Looking back at out past adventures
Even if we are not together my dear
Through the pictures in the scrapbook
And a heart in the notebook
Dancing at the prom having lunch and graduation
It was the birthday card after the storm I overlooked
How things were different between us
No matter how much time it took
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Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy. I also appreciate tips, and would like my stories should be noticed.
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
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What would we do without our good and bad (if they really were) memories. Great poem.