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[aid] => mick
[title] => MEMORY LANE
[time] => 2004-06-29 21:58:30
[hometext] => THESE POEMS WERE WRITTEN WHILE I WAS INCARCERATED
[bodytext] => TODAY I DECIDED TO STROLL DOWN MEMORY LANE, OFF IN THE DISTANCE WAS THE SOUND OF AN OLD FREIGHT TRAIN. THE SWEET FRAGRANCE OF A HONEYSUCKLE VINE GROWING WILD GROWING WILD ALONG SIDE THE P&N LINE. THE GENTLE SOUND OF THE RUNNING CREEK, PUT A LUMP IN MY THROAT I COULD HARDLY SPEAK. AS I WALK THE STREETS OF MY OLD NEIGHBORHOOD , THOSE DAYS GONE BY WERE MIGHTY GOOD . THE STREET LAMP STILL FLICKERS WHERE I USE TO PLAY, AND I NOTICE THE OLD HAINTS HAVE ALL MOVED AWAY. THINGS AROUND HERE NOW ARE QUITE AS A MOUSE, I CHUNKED A ROCK AT AN EMPTY HOUSE. THE CEMETARY WHERE THE MILL VILLAGE PEOPLE LAY, I STILL MISS THEM TO THIS VERY DAY. THE SUNDAY MORNING CHIMES " LORD" I LOVE TO HEAR THEM RING, TELL ME "FATHER" HOW DOES ONE FORGET SUCH A THING.? THE CRAB APPLE TREES AND THE BLACK BERRY BUSH, THE HOME WAGON I USE TO PUSH. SURE WISH THINGS WERE LIKE THEY USE TO BE, MOM WAS THERE WHEN I SKINT MY KNEE. DAD WOULD WHISTLE IF I GOT OUT OF SIGHT, HE TOLD ME A NEW YARN EACH AND EVERY NIGHT. FUNNY, I STILL HAVE ITEMS FROM THE FIVE AND DIME, "LORD" IT SURE WAS GOOD TO RELIVE THAT TIME.
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MEMORY LANE
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thomasmartinroberts
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Tuesday, 29th June 2004 @ 09:58:30 PM in AEST
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StoryPoetry
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TODAY I DECIDED TO STROLL DOWN MEMORY LANE, OFF IN THE DISTANCE WAS THE SOUND OF AN OLD FREIGHT TRAIN. THE SWEET FRAGRANCE OF A HONEYSUCKLE VINE GROWING WILD GROWING WILD ALONG SIDE THE P&N LINE. THE GENTLE SOUND OF THE RUNNING CREEK, PUT A LUMP IN MY THROAT I COULD HARDLY SPEAK. AS I WALK THE STREETS OF MY OLD NEIGHBORHOOD , THOSE DAYS GONE BY WERE MIGHTY GOOD . THE STREET LAMP STILL FLICKERS WHERE I USE TO PLAY, AND I NOTICE THE OLD HAINTS HAVE ALL MOVED AWAY. THINGS AROUND HERE NOW ARE QUITE AS A MOUSE, I CHUNKED A ROCK AT AN EMPTY HOUSE. THE CEMETARY WHERE THE MILL VILLAGE PEOPLE LAY, I STILL MISS THEM TO THIS VERY DAY. THE SUNDAY MORNING CHIMES " LORD" I LOVE TO HEAR THEM RING, TELL ME "FATHER" HOW DOES ONE FORGET SUCH A THING.? THE CRAB APPLE TREES AND THE BLACK BERRY BUSH, THE HOME WAGON I USE TO PUSH. SURE WISH THINGS WERE LIKE THEY USE TO BE, MOM WAS THERE WHEN I SKINT MY KNEE. DAD WOULD WHISTLE IF I GOT OUT OF SIGHT, HE TOLD ME A NEW YARN EACH AND EVERY NIGHT. FUNNY, I STILL HAVE ITEMS FROM THE FIVE AND DIME, "LORD" IT SURE WAS GOOD TO RELIVE THAT TIME.
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Re: MEMORY LANE
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by Jenni_K on
Tuesday, 29th June 2004 @ 10:14:14 PM AEST
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You take your reader along with you on this trip down memory lane.... This is good... Great imagery!!
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Re: MEMORY LANE
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by shelby on
Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 08:41:35 AM AEST
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enjoyable read
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