I found a poem that I wrote for school at the beginning of this school year, it was actually pretty neat. I tweaked it some, but yeah.
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" I take a simple pleasure
in the little things;
one would say a treasure
is in eyes who see
lonely lovely leisure
plentiful walking and talking
normally you'd have to be sure
to stop reality's knocking
Nostalgia holds a grudge
stifled stacks of memories
that'll never budge
time is all but a liar
over it, ink will fade
none the less
a sound or smell
will give it time of day "
