Disney Memories

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As we drive past this
Elementary school I feel
A smile on my lips
(It doesn't tug, but rather pulls)
As I see windows that have classroom
Number printed on the side,
creating a pattern
Bricks glass bricks glass
Nostalgia hits through me
And it feels like I've discovered
Time travel
Because suddenly I'm eight years old
With a Disney lunch box and pigtails
And eyes that are wide open,
And my Little Mermaid book bag
Full of messy drawings and dreams
But then we hit a pothole,
And I'm back in 2017
with my smudged glasses
And jingling keys
(But the smile, it still haunts me)

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