Friday, December 26, 2008

Remember The Days Comments

Rating: 4.3

The only name calling we knew were shortie or booger eater.
When we only wore skirts to look cute and not to pick up boys.
When we thought kissing was icky.
When we thought girls and boys would give us cooties.
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Ellen Kang
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Ratnakar Mandlik 07 January 2016

Sweet childish memoirs of one's being grown-up wonderfully portrayed along with childish notions. Enjoyed reading the beautifully penned poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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Gregory Vest 07 January 2016

Movingly expressed. I pray you find comfort.

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Sonny Rainshine 26 December 2008

Yes, we look back on our childhood and wonder what's so good about growing up. It's a struggle to try to hold on to some of the innocence and goodness we claimed when we were kids. We spend a lifetime trying to get some of that goodness back. Nice poem.

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