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Been to Coney Island once - it was great.
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Been to Coney Island once - it was great. i have wanted to go, however, i have heard it lost a little of its excitement |
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Been to Coney Island once - it was great. i have wanted to go, however, i have heard it lost a little of its excitement it's also lost a lot of the appeal - nothing like it was |
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Yes, I was a young child when I visited.
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summers at the lake
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chasing pppies roud the circle wasnt quite the deal
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an neither was your sunday morning paper
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I remember when I was 6 and my brother was 7. We lived in Maryland at the time but went and spent the summer with my Aunt and Uncle in Nebraska. We took a trip to South Dakota with them, and I remember being so small that I was the one that had to sleep in the back window because no one else could fit. Then, when summer was over, my Aunt put me and my brother on a Greyhound bus and we rode it all the way back to Maryland without any adult going with us. Boy times have changed!!
I also remember when I was 10 being interviewed and having my picture put in the newspaper because I was complaining that I was too short. Who would have guessed that I wouldn't grow much after that, lol. |
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I only have a few, and they're not so good...can't remember anything really before I was 14.
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little miss rapier
under the starlit square wraped in comfort tied with blue in the pink leaning daisies tea olive in the air it was dirth and promising somewhere the wave would come staring at the one you love rest peacefully |
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well i neve had a whole lotta cpcakes
and when i did i didnt think i wanted them make my belly hurt instead butthey were shurly perty |
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beauty comes to find us not to destroy ourselves
without some beauty around us we seek it elsewhere never find it again in ones self art shold lie |
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Edited by
ak0
on
Fri 05/16/08 10:40 PM
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whisper whisper little chippers
why do garens grow who is it that do not know it is not flat on your back falling from a swing riding a horse across the wind rising chimneys up ahead who all knows bt the sky calling you when you seek the world outside yor head |
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