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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Writing >> ID #1710665  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Those will be my beautiful days
Some things holds us from living wide open; I do not have the answers all I have are words
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BEAUTIFUL DAYS I GRAB IN MY HANDS
DAYS OF ENDLESS SUNSETS AND SUN DROWNS
WHY SHOULD THEY FILL MY HEART WITH NOSTALGIA?
WHY ISN'T IT LOVE WHO FILLS MY HANDS?
I'LL FEAR NOT MORE LOOSING
I'LL FEAR NOT REGRETING
AND THEN I'LL NAME MY CLOCK TICS AS
MEMORIES, PRESENT AND PAST
CERTAINLY THEY ARE MY BEAUTIFUL DAYS
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