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When I Was Thirteen
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When I Was Thirteen |
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jennie may* Member
since 2000-06-17
Posts 122 |
raindrops clog my thoughts and words seem to hold the weight of one million tons when spoken from the mouth of someone much older than I mother and father my hidden lifeline Somewhere in the thirteenth year I realized that the world is much bigger than my thoughts and suddenly I feel like the child I so desperately don't want to be I float around in my little world where a path awaits paved for me I listen to my music and full of naive passion I dream of the days when I will be born I fall in love with a white dress and a man no clearer than a morning fog I smile silly and dream of the day I will start living not today or tomorrow but someday the brightest seven letters in my child's heart |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Isnt it amazing what a thirteen year old dreams? Wonderful write |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
JennieMay~ Someday .... the word that contains it all for us. A gently nostalgic piece . ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Jennie may...you have portrayd this time so well...just becoming and yet still a child..I wouldn't go back there for anything! |
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