Crayon Days

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Remember the crayon days,

The bright afternoon of sun rays.

Marks on the paper, figures of a family,

Happy in a world of fantasy.

Scribbles surrounding them, a flower,

Blurs of blue, a rain shower.

Crayon scratches on foggy paper,

Clouds that look like water vapor.

That family, with a bright smile,

Drawn when family seemed worthwhile.

Those family bonds that seemed to fade,

Long after those crayon days.

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