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Dancing Doll

By tigerlilly

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It's time to clean the attic, prepare a spring yard sale. such clutter seems to stack up over years, without fail. I've just found a little box belonging to my high school days. So I stop awhile to  reminisce, of football games and drama plays. Poignant strains of music rise up when i lift the lid, ballerina then begins to twirl, bringing back old memories hid. With life's storms, time's passage, youth's been pushed away... but the burdens just been lifted by this dancing doll today. She points out the golden locket from the love who filled my heart. At sixteen he was my "steady"... we were never far apart. There's the frat pin, alma mater's love floods through my soul again. Gifted to me by a young man whose leaving left such pain. this chore must wait i think for this little frozen dancing doll has brought back too many memories that overshadow all.comments and critiques welcomed :) Written February 8th, 2002 © on Feb 08 2002 01:03 AM PST   0 • 1

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