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Nostalgia

You peek in the window to see how itís changed,
and doubt that itís even the place that you thought.
You think that the furnitureís all rearranged,
when you peek in the window to see how itís changed.
You know itís more likely your memoryís deranged,
and again youíll forget what it was you forgot:
donít peek in the window to see how itís changed;
youíll doubt that itís even the place that you thought.

Matthew King
 

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Matthew King would be pleased to hear them.

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