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Array ( [sid] => 52305 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Memoir [time] => 2004-06-16 23:18:26 [hometext] => This is for my friend, Erin, who left my Dixie cup empty. [bodytext] => When I was little,
myaybe three or four,
I made room for a roly-poly
in my Dixie cup
and worked hard to give her the best home I could,
growing closer to my little pet
and friend,
until one day I took her outside
for some fresh air, and
the cup toppled over,
my friend disappearing into the world,
leaving my Dixie-cup empty.
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A Memoir

Contributed by Cole on Wednesday, 16th June 2004 @ 11:18:26 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

When I was little,
myaybe three or four,
I made room for a roly-poly
in my Dixie cup
and worked hard to give her the best home I could,
growing closer to my little pet
and friend,
until one day I took her outside
for some fresh air, and
the cup toppled over,
my friend disappearing into the world,
leaving my Dixie-cup empty.

Copyright © Cole ... [ 2004-06-16 23:18:26]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: A Memoir (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Thursday, 17th June 2004 @ 12:53:21 AM AEST
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ahhhhhh this is so precious but when we are little that little rolly polly means so much and its an ouch if we lose them. Welcome to ypdc!!
michelle

Re: A Memoir (User Rating: 1 )
by UnfallenTears on Thursday, 17th June 2004 @ 03:31:17 AM AEST
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I love this. It's true but can be symbolic of bigger things. But when you're little, little things are big things

(i liked that you named the rolly poly Erin... that's my cousin's name)

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