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#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way.
I remember writing it everyday,
sitting under the tree
and while writing my memories I felt free...
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way.
I remember writing it everyday,
sitting under the tree
and while writing my memories I felt free...
