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something for camp.
Kiss the bitter sweet salty waves
slightly tinted with summer memories
Hug the thought of reliving the old days
When we ate on driftwood, with shell treasuries.
Smile at the old photos you hide in your mind
Catchy camp songs you laughed and danced to
Weep at the yearn for time to rewind
TO be there once again in the tipis you once knew.
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Comment by: Noor - 2008-09-24 14:59
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Ah yes,the scent of childhood, I thought you were mostly reminiscing on old memories...Its nice to go back there sometimes, very calming.
I enjoyed reading your lovely words, truly inspiring. |
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| awww, you must really miss camp T.T i'm sorry |
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| lovely, i do like the first line, bravo! santiagothor |
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