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adolescent memories
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My trashcan poetry Sifting through adolescent memories
a hunt for seashells
the abandoned castles made of sand
a special palace for the imagination
where as children we played king an queen
while holding hands
watching the waves wash away our tracks
in the sand
no greater enemy is there
than the passing of time
bound as slaves
to the ebb and flow of the tides
to childhood were forced to say goodbye
~ D Donner ~
