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Yesteryear's MemoriesAs the somber skies slowly fade from blue to black, and the sun begins it's nightly nap beyond the stars, I sit on the dock with feet dangling in the deep blue waters of the starlit bay, letting my idle mind quietly serenade me with those precious musty memories of the golden days of yesteryear. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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