Friday, July 12, 2013

Poem: The Old Pop Machine

 POEM: The Old Pop Machine


I see an old pop machine from my childhoodThat brings back memories from the past.My heart aches for those long lost memories,As I wish for a few moments, that again,I could be a child.

Late night walks with my family As we walked the family dog. Talking with my younger brother, Joking with my dad or hearing about mom's work day.



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