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Wednesday, November 10, 2004


Simple Poem
The current mood of dilapoid at www.imood.com
I was a child once,
I swung my arms around the rusted swing
Going back and forth until my hands were tired.

I was a child once,
When the smaller things
Seemed to give so much satisfaction.

Back then,
Life was layered with
The simplest things.

And now,
I have lost it.
I am no longer a child.

Enjoy well these days
You have to enjoy
In innocent bliss.
For one day,
They shall be taken
As nothing taken before.

Still,
It seems I see some shadow
Of a thing
Going back and forth
On a swing,
Smiling the truest smiles
That ever touched this face.

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