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A Victorian Attic, page 2 of 2
Sometimes I wonder at the speed
The years have flown, so fast;
I miss my sister, taken young,
And our childhood in the past.
The dormer attic’s gone, alas;
The great old house is too,
With all its hidden treasures,
Where I played with Sister Sue.
poem
by
John Bliven Morin
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