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Dusty Old Photos
Looking back on photographs
These memories inside the frame
Faces
unseen for so very long
I wonder, are they still the same
Do they look back just like I do
And reminisc the past
Or
from one still be captured in
A print created in laughs
For so much film was spent back then
On silly things
and such
And comedy came so easy
When with the ones we loved so much
That almost if I stare hard enough
I
can travel to those days
Whose joyful times kept me alive
In a million different ways
I love my photo frames
They
are old and dusty and worn
But spell the beauty of the past to me
In which the future can always be born |
Here I might add a description of the photo above, including such information as when and where it was taken and why it's
important to me.
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