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Magical TimesThose were the days! Magical times from long ago, childhood dreams and rhymes. Summers in the sun. Discovery, adventure and just plain fun. Then teenage expectation. Young life was ours, that no one could deny. There were no barriers too high. No rivers too deep. With eagles we would surely fly. Life was new, innocent and divine. Young love was to be yours and mine, and for that, I shall remember you forever in song and rhyme. Nineteen forty eight and nine. Those were indeed magical times. Jackie R. kays Copyright…03 Vote for this poem
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