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[title] => Don't see that anymore
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[bodytext] => Kids these days miss so much Remember life’s soft touch? Sticks and stones, John Wayne and Jesse James. Now its, Ipods and Cell Phones, My space and PS3 games. I recall back in the day, pulling my little sister. In that red flyer wagon.... Her running behind, as we ran, Those little legs always laggin… We had life lassoed, When we stood for… something. You just don’t see that anymore…. The other day at the local Fast food chain. I held the door open for An elderly woman, Smiling as she got of the rain..… I remember the days Of the five and dime. The old fashioned cash registers Seemed like we had all day to get things done… We weren’t running against old father time… We had life lassoed, When we stood for… something. You just don’t see that anymore…. I picked up an old novel Off the mantle of the fireplace. Dusted off the cover, We just don’t….. Take the time to embrace, the story, inside the story. We all, are too worried, Something will pass us by….. Maybe we just…. Need to stop for a minute, breath, And for once turn a blind eye…. We had life lassoed, When we stood for… something. You just don’t see that anymore…. On the corner is the old cowboy poet… He tries to turn the world Into giant love song duet. Knowing that nothing he says Will change the way we are…. But he gives it a whirl, anyways. Singing as if it’s an 8 second ride.. On a blazing evening star…. Tonight… I watch as my world Crochets , Rocking on the chair, I sit here amazed…. Just how much patience she has…. I’m blessed, to have such a genuine love affair. I adore her as much as…. The very first day we met. Under the moon and stars of the midnight sky. It’s something … that one cannot ever forget. We had life lassoed, When we stood for… something. You just don’t see that anymore…. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 21 [informant] => recyclebin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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