by: Sarah
Lingering memories as September approaches
A lock of hair worn like
Old time broaches
Footprints stain a weathered brain
Tears you cry but,
You’re short of the rain
Perhaps sun will find its way
As your memories live day after day
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by: Sarah
Lingering memories as September approaches
A lock of hair worn like
Old time broaches
Footprints stain a weathered brain
Tears you cry but,
You’re short of the rain
Perhaps sun will find its way
As your memories live day after day
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