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| I climb the stairs and what do I see? Relics of my past taunting me. An old trunk full of secret treasures My favorite doll that gave so much pleasure. I skim though the pages of my old diary And I think to myself "Was that really me?" I see myself in some old photos Was it really that long ago? As I look at each loving memory I see my past staring back at me. The old trunk is really my mind and my heart Filled with memories that I've kept from the start. -KMP- Copyrighted � 2005, Katherine M. Parisse |
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