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I have seen the trees and the flowers die.
Sadness, happiness by the truckload.
Bombs flying, people expiring.
Oh, yes. I remember the war.
Talking and laughing with my friends.
Now they are all dead and gone.
I believe I was young once.
Now I see the children playing.
Oh, yes. I was young once.
- by PrincessPoprocks |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/14/2009 |
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- Title: Poem by a 90- Year- Old Man
- Artist: PrincessPoprocks
- Description: A poem I wrote for 6th grade poetry class... everybody seemed to like it so now 2 years later (lol) I'm finally submitting it here.
- Date: 09/14/2009
- Tags: poem oldman
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