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Youthful Nostalgia
MysteryMan

Oh, do I remember
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those days of youth
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gone by. Those times
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of endless hope and
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pure innocence.
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We would sit, Jess
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and I, with
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sticky fingers and
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pop-sicle pink stained
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lips; swinging 'neath
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the green canopy
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of tranquil foliage.
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Time would quickly
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pass us by, as
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we sat swinging;
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always with our
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eyes to the sky.
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And what dreams
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and hopes we shared
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would keep us warm
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in the cold reality
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of our adult filled
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lives. We remained
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preserved in our blissful
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youth with long hours
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gone from plucking
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buttercups and casting
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golden shadows
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upon our chins; always
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accompanied by a
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warm and hopeful sun.
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Those were the
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days of youth gone
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by, where promises
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of eternal youth
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were made, but
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must be later broken,
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along with some dreams
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that, like our youth,
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must die.
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12 Feb 07

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This is a good easy read.  

L24 "entomed" takes a way a little from the light tranquil mood.  L39 "out" should be our.

L9-12  I like the hypenated pop-sicle and the pink stained lips, the clipped " 'neath", and the repeated "swinging".  Nice imagery with "green canopy of tranquil foliage".
You created the innocent feel of youth.

Good job.
 — bellavida

Thank you very much.
 — MysteryMan

Aw I quite like this. At the moment I'm liking poetry that reminds me of Summer, sunshine, freedom and not having a TON of work to do... So thankyou.
 — dele

Your welcome. Anything to help keep us warm in this bitter winter.
 — MysteryMan

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