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-Memory poem- A blurr of green itchy on my skin laughter echoes inside my head the world spinning around and around colors blurring together when I was little the park was my favorite place the clink of metal links swinging air rushing through your hair you could swear you were flying but gravity always pulls you back like a curse entrapping you in a cage when I was little you could always find me there the big dome structure seemed to be bigger than an elephant eager to climb it how silly it was when my mother had to come get me down When I was little I would feel so free barefoot in the sand or running through the grass slapping stings of the cement would itch at my feet while I ran to get some water or go to the bathroom When I was little the park was my favorite place but now while im older the park is still favored over many as I step onto the sand I am flooded and washed away by an outburst of memories images flash through my mind all good and bad and all of the park with me being little and enjoying it all -Julie Ferguson- As you can probably see, I'm not too creative with my titles >.< hehe...
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