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in my toy box of things lost and forgot
memories of things i once thought
days of playing as a kid
all the things i once did
amusing myself to no end
playing all day with my best friend
not caring about the time or day
and there wasnt anything we had to pay

memories kept
and theres some that i forget
memories made
as life seems to fade
as time goes insane
there will always be memories that remain

barbies and ninja turtles
what a mix
a few M&M's and just one twix
is all i needed to keep away
just give me this and im gone to play

on the lake since i was born
then we moved and i was torn
away from the house that i called home
feeling like i was all alone
growing up a troublemaker
i was always the heart breaker

running around with the wrong crowd
but if you would've asked me then i was proud
feeling like i was independent
not knowing what things meant
growing up all wrong
but still believing i was strong

i started to grow up real quick
it started to hit me like getting beaten with a stick
after the trouble with my parents getting grounded
i could hear the sirens being sounded
now im getting arrested
something i never expected

where have the days gone
has it really been that long
i wish i could go back to the time
when everything seemed fine
and i could sit and entertain myself for hours
just looking around and smelling flowers

back to the days of being a kid
back to the fun things i once did
back to the times of a endless day
back to the days of careless play
back to the times once long ago
back to the day when the wind would blow
back to the time with my curly locks
playing inside my toy box



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On Friday February 24th, 2006, The Unforgiven Child (2) writes:
By far my favorite of your works. Keep it up, hun. :)


On Monday July 12th, 2004, Anth (1609) writes:
see..you are getting better with every write,in so many ways!!, awesome my friend,barbies and ninja turtles what a mix a few M&M's and just one twix ..lolness


On Monday July 12th, 2004, An Expired Member (27) writes:
Its the thoughts of days gone past which we keep along with all those things in our "toy boxes". Its what made us who we are today. Naaaah, I just wanted to sound like I know what I'm saying.


On Monday July 12th, 2004, indefined (684) writes:
I have often travelled this same path of thought, you put the concept into exceptional use of word and rhyme, structured well. "as time goes insane there will always be memories that remain" was a particularly killer line i thought. well done.


On Tuesday July 13th, 2004, tears of decadence (222) writes:
ok.. you read this to me on the phone and i started crying.. so im not rereading it again, cause i dont want to cry.. but damn superrobin.. wow.. hehe barbies and ninja turtles.. and dynamite and a big explosion in the back yard... hehehe.. *spiderbat*



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