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How I wax nostalgic for my girlhood DREAMS!
My WALK a succession of DREAMS and HOPES, some realized, but few.
Most wither and fall wayside as the journey goes.
Yet, many DREAMS and HOPES hold out for a LIFETIME,
Waiting to be realized just as a seed planted
Awaits the season to realize Nature's promise.
DREAMS and HOPES like flowers choked by weeds,
That suddenly unfettered in a lovely, sun kissed vale,
Whence blooms and springs forth to vibrant life.
[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011]
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