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by Rachel A. Gold

When I was young, say ten or so
I wanted to explore
So with my mother's leave I went
Outside the open door

At first I walked around the block
To see what I could see
I looked at all the flowers and
Admired them heartily

Then with my sister I began
To take long walks each day
For this was lots more fun than just
To stay at home and play

So we explored and thus we saw
So many thing to see
And day by day we stored away
Each happy memory


Poetry by Rachel A Gold

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Tuesday, 04-May-2010 14:48:21 EDT