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Hello, My name is Marie and I live in a small community in Western North Carolina.
Take care of the minutes and the hours will take care of themselves. Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterward. The Girl I Used To Be
Across the fields of yesterday,
Pigtails flying in the wind;
I catch a glimpse of a little girl,
Playing happily with her friends.
Uncumbered by the cares of life,
She usually visits with me;
Just long enough to let me know,
She's the girl I used to be.
Sometimes I see her knowing look,
Then a thought to me is sent;
Did I become the woman,
That she thought I might have been? |
