Sometimes to recall childhood days are lost with what life takes away, A bicycle of color sits for years until its age is seen through cobwebs so clear. A shed or a box of stored away and at times …
Source: RUST FROM TIME
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keithgarrettpoetry 
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Love it… reminds me of my doll… it’s made of glass. My dad got it for me when I was in 5 yrs old. Every time I go to my mother’s place I open up my doll have a long look at it and put it back safely… that’s my last link with my childhood. Photos are there but this is special….
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On Thu, Sep 29, 2016 at 10:19 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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On Thu, Sep 29, 2016 at 10:36 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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