The Days
4 October, 2005
Author: Dolphin Chick
The days are short
the days are cold
you look out the window
you see bright white
as far as the eye can see
but some trees here or there
as u grow older
the bright white
gets smaller and smaller
soon u get cities and towns
Roads and highways
You start to miss
what u used to see
When the days are short
and the days are cold
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| XoForeverXo (128.205.227.177) -- Tuesday, October 11 2005, 01:58 am Yes. Eventually you do miss everything you used to see. I miss the tree in my front yard of the house i grew up in. I miss the stupid bushes in the backyard. Take everything in and savor it while you can. |
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