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The Last Time
The last time our parents dragged us inside after playing with our friends for hours The last time we unboxed our toys, rode our little bikes, and wore our little shoes The last time we believed in Santa or the Easter bunny or the tooth fairy The last time we sang the “K-I-S-S-I-N-G” song to…
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The Doll’s Funeral – Poem Edition
It was a dark, stormy afternoon The child marched through the damp grass with smells of mildew The child’s boots were so muddy, one could no longer identify the red The child’s umbrella was as wet as a towel The rain washing down on the raincoat like the child’s tears | The child dragged a…
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Hourglass City
Time is running out I’m running out of time Out of time, I am running Running time is out As I feel the hours of my days are finite The days of chatter and laughter The days of minuscule success and failure The days outside and inside But all that time has faded in the…
adolescence, adult, adulthood, child, Childhood, college, future, growing up, hourglass, kid, Life, poems, Poetry, writing, youth poetry
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Words Of a Feather 