Oh the dreams of yesteryear,
times, places, things, and people,
that once, were close and near.
Now they are just a memory,
locked forever in the pages,
of history.
Tango.
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So true Tango, memories are left and the warmth lingers yet we ask...where has time gone...? 10+ for the memories you brought back of my happy childhood - Cindy