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furs
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Looking back
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Oct 10 14:48 UTC 1991 |
Looking Back
When I was 5 and very lean
I thought it would be great
to be 16.
Stay out all night with no concern.
As you can see, I had a lot to learn.
When I was 16, and not having fun
I thought it would be great
to be 21.
Party and drink all night long.
As you can see, I was very wrong.
When I was 21, single and thin
I always thought
Marriage was in!
No worries about dating, Never alone
As you can see, I was in the Twilight Zone.
Now that I'm married, and have had several kids
I look back on my life
and see what I did.
I wasted my time wishing away,
To be different ages, day after day.
Things are much different, when you're in your youth
Cars and Boys are exciting,
that is the truth.
Now that I'm married, and telling this tale,
The thing that excites me, is Pork Loin's on sale!
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glenda
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response 1 of 8:
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Oct 10 15:12 UTC 1991 |
I can identify with this.
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furs
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response 2 of 8:
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Oct 10 19:08 UTC 1991 |
<So can my sister, for whom this poem was written.
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reach
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response 3 of 8:
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Oct 10 21:14 UTC 1991 |
My sister always wished she was older. Usually, she wished she was older
than me :)
Now she says she was right, it's better being older.
I'm not sure yet.
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denise
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response 4 of 8:
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Mar 9 22:26 UTC 1992 |
I like this, Jeanne!
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thesexy1
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response 5 of 8:
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Jan 19 21:43 UTC 1995 |
mine isn't quite like that... but i wanna put it in anyway just to get some
response on it.. okay, here goes: I WONDER WHY
Everytime I think of you,
I start to feel blue.
And the tears fall from my eyes,
Like the rains from the skies.
And I wonder why
You couldn't be mine.
Together, forever and always,
Never to part. I see you and
Her, together, in the places
We used to be; doing the things
We used to do.
And I think about you,
And I start to feel blue.
And the tears fall from my eyes,
Like the rains from the skies.
And I wonder why.
What do y'all think?
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randall
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response 6 of 8:
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Jan 27 02:04 UTC 1995 |
Quite simply, it's beautiful. I feel like crying, no joke.
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randall
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response 7 of 8:
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Jan 27 02:18 UTC 1995 |
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randall
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response 8 of 8:
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Jan 27 02:23 UTC 1995 |
Okay, how about this
And I remember what we were like then
When we were those children
We are children playing
No cares for the world do we have
Love, money, pain, heart break
All these things mean nothing to us
We are happy here
Living in ignorance of the pain
The pain life has in store for us
Running free, in fields of light
The future no more on our minds
Than the very distant past
All that is, is the present
And the joy of youth
As we grow, we see it coming
We stave it off as best we can
But nothing can keep it away
For it is as inevitable as time itself
And like Satan
Like Adam and Eve
We fall
And we fall hard
For the first time the pain is in us
More than we ever thought possible
We feel as if we will die
But we do not
We live on and survive
For that is what life becomes
No longer joyful carefree living
But basic survival from day to day
Days pass slowly into oblivion
Carefree days of happiness
Careless fools running free
Hopelessly in love and caring not
No danger touched our lives
Though it hovered near
Never touching
Advancing and retreating
Making its presence known
Though we denied it
Because we wanted to be happy
But it didn't touch us
For that time at least
We were free, and the troubles
Of the world seemed naught to exist
We had fallen, but friendship
Friendship beyond what we knew in youth
Bloomed in us and we were happy again
And love came too
More than we knew before
And we were intoxicated with it
So much that we failed to remember our fall
ŠOr see the possibility of falling again
So we loved, and we were happy
But it ended, like all things
It died, and we felt we'd died with it
We felt hopeless, helpless
Terrible means of escape crowded our minds
How do we stop the pain?
We desperately try to cling on
Keep those happy days with us
But they are over, and gone forever
They have passed into oblivion
And we are left in a cold,
Hard world of pain and loss
Will we be free again?
Only time knows that answer
Will we find the means to break out
Be happy as we once were
Maybe forever, this time,
Maybe this time it will last
But for now we are
Just troubled souls
Searching for happiness and fulfillment
And desperately trying to recapture
The happy joyful feelings
Of the days gone by
And the love we left behind
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