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Derek S. The Good Old DaysThe good old day Where I played and played. The conversations that I say, All the friends that were made. The time before school Was golden to me. We acted like fools. But back then, I couldn’t see. This day was no ordinary day. Something different, Something different, Out of place like a needle in hay. The difference was so great, Almost a sin. The isolation deteriorates, My soul within. While I count to a million and eight, The thought slips in. It’s hard to defend. But, all good things come to an end. I grab my stuff, good bye I say Since school starts yet again today… |
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