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"Rainy
Day Moments"
Back
in the days of toys in the attic
When we were all small and loved the hair static
The trunks of our childhood
It held old folks dreams
We'd squeal when it opened from curious screams
The joys of a button all tarnished and old
We hoped for lost treasure we wanted the gold
Moth eaten hats and fedora feathers
Rusty old hinges and worn out old leather
Stuff of a lifetime in rotting old wood
Memories keeping good children good
When rainy day moments sent smiles to the top
That kept old folks dreams in dusty old lofts
Where children found images dressed all in dreams
From years long ago among moments and things
Author:
"Susan K. Rowse"
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