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somewhere my friends are still playing...
somewhere in a wood where you
would be there too and
you and you...
somewhere in a wood where you
would be there too and
you and
me...
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Re: somewhere my friends are still playing...
25th Jun 2014 9:05pm
Something wistfully nostalgic about this poem....almost a sweet sadness in the memories of our past...the recalled innocence of our childhood....x
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re: Re: somewhere my friends are still playing...
25th Jun 2014 10:42pm
Re: somewhere my friends are still playing...
25th Jun 2014 11:10pm
Childhood memories, sweet and precious since we'll never be that innocent again. Life's not as playful as we believed it to be.
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re: Re: somewhere my friends are still playing...
25th Jun 2014 11:36pm
it sure isn't...you should see
my boss, he's always deadly
serious...
(but then I bet he always was..)!!!
my boss, he's always deadly
serious...
(but then I bet he always was..)!!!
re: re: Re: somewhere my friends are still playing...
25th Jun 2014 11:52pm
Re: somewhere my friends are still playing...
26th Jun 2014 1:11am
re: Re: somewhere my friends are still playing...
26th Jun 2014 1:31am
I've always found woods
and forests magical
places...
good for getting muddy
and climbing trees, too..:)
and forests magical
places...
good for getting muddy
and climbing trees, too..:)
Re: somewhere my friends are still playing...
26th Jun 2014 1:40am
I can recall that exciting youthful scene, but our playground was the city streets...
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re: Re: somewhere my friends are still playing...
that's the thing, Oxleas Wood is
buried deep in the midst of
South East London, it's ancient and
protected, although we were
neither..:)
buried deep in the midst of
South East London, it's ancient and
protected, although we were
neither..:)