To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
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MEMORIES ARE for life long it has nothing to do with age at each stage memories are recorded indelibly for times again we can recall it ah when we want it dementia be not a refrain memories we love for ever alas not in vain but through our veins now please read my poems MOM'S SMILES TO BEGIN WITH lovely memory it depicts
This was the first Black Poem I learned in kindergarten. I recited it on stage at my first program♡
TROLL/violent video game pretending to be dark man. So original...be gone, utter stagnation! !
THIS HAS BEEN ONE OF MY FAVORITE POEMS EVERY SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL, AND I STILL LOVE IT.
Genuinely absorbing; both to young and old alike, whatever the color. Mr. Hughes has permitted us to dream, and to be; in all of the glory imaginable by any reader; any age.
I'm Chris Hansen, from dateline NBC....I will catch you Micheal Jackson!
yo momma