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To Better Days
There are time in our ives
Where our past touches
The present
Bringing us pleasant
Memories of days past
Hoping that tomorrow
Would never come
For in tomorrow
We realize what we had
Will never be again
Only within the confines
Of our minds does it exists
Not to be held ever again
But only dreamt
So sleep my soul
Take me back tonite
To better days
poem
by
David Kush
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