The Rhyme Sense

Sunday, 5 March 2017

Memories

We meet,
We sit;
We were fit,
But got a hit;

We played,
We fight;
Like honey-bees,
On flower site;

We rolled,
We were scould;
By the old,
But we were very bold;

Time passed,
You rushed;
But I trust,
Our memories won't get washed.

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