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Memories of Childhood Driving up to the house where Great Grandmother lived over-grown trees with branches lost in long grass and weeds no longer dirt track signs of a driveway remembering a huge house I see just a small one broken windows chipped paint rotting wood saddened by the sight I'm standing here trying to recapture the memories of my childhood... the mustiness of the interior windows all aglow with flickering of oil lamps scent of kerosene filling my nostrils |
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