PaperHurricanesAndPlanes

The Fields Of Memories Are Alive Again

I remember playing in the backyard
I was preoccupied
With the pendulum motion of swings

I remember I could barely fit
The rungs of the ladders
In my five year old hands.

I remember that both my hands,
Could fit in my father’s, simultaneously.

I remember the wind,
Are now just memories,
Painted in a mental pastel.

I remember the sun’s incandescence.
It didn’t bother me back then.

And I remember the train tracks.
I remember the bridges,
And their exact location
On the carpet.
And I remember the tune
That building sung.

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I said: I'm fucking the Prime Minister Of Spain.

PaperHurricanesAndPlanes

Just for a minute, let's all do the bump.

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I said: I'm fucking the Prime Minister Of Spain.

sleepy jack

Maybe change it to my fingers could barely get around it or something...or the verse after to something else, using hands twice so close doesn't sound too hot.

That and there is unnecessary.

I like itt, also get on AIM you hoe.

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I dyed my hair in a motel void met the coroner at the Dreamgate Frontier,
He took my hand said I'll help you boy if you really want to disappear.

PaperHurricanesAndPlanes

I don't agree with your first point, and I edited a day after I posted it, so that verse has been changed.

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I said: I'm fucking the Prime Minister Of Spain.