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Monday, February 09, 2009
By Diana Richardson
Pictures line my walls
Memories of old times
Days that I have lost
Words long ago spoken.
I look at my walls
And recall my life
The times I want back
Memories I want to relive.
I sit and think now
Of how I miss them
The moments we shared
The way that you’d listen.
My words they fall
From my mouth.
You pick them up
And cherish every one.
I wish I could jump
Into a picture on the wall
To be back in
The memory of you.
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