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~~ My Memory Book ~~<><><><><> My daughter gave me a memory book today to write down my life as it comes in to play. The past is over it's already been done the furthers not happened it has to be won. <><><><><> How do I write down my life on a page from a young girl to a wife to a mother to a grandmother my age. My heart knows the story all to well but when I try to write it down it's so very hard to tell. <><><><><> How do I write down sunshine how do I write down a tear. I can't put my life on paper The words are to hard to find. <><><><><> My memory book is still open the pages are still blank. My heart knows the story but my mind refuses to think. I'll put up my pen and wait a while maybe someday I can write something If it's nothing but a smile. <><><><><><> Poem By Clara Strickland Brinkley copyright©2006 Vote for this poem
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