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my crayons

my crayons.. different shades of life
my water paints ... memories fade... if you want them to.
my paint brush ... you make your life... not vice versa
my bicycle .... be careful on turns
my frequent falls... more to come
my ice creams.... in summers,cool off
my merry-go- round...life comes full circle
my swing... await your turn
my chocolate...something sweet always finishes fast
my stencil...be accurate,words do not come back
my eraser...you're too young, not to make mistakes
my lunch box...respect, what your parents give you
my uniform... respect everyone
my marks.. they don't matter
my Monday tests...after every weekend ,comes the challenge, that sweetens Friday
my grandparents ... nothing stays forever, so value what you have

life... taught me young..

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TG said…
It makes yr eyes moist as it takes u back 2 yr childhood dayzz..

Too touching..


Warm wishes ,
Tamrapalli.
9:11 pm
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