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My wake ups, lift offs
my runs, my laden days all gone before me as I remember I smile... my hearties, my daughters If you knew how proud I am... you were tiny when came into my world and were wonderful and I was terrified then you put your tiny hands into my palms my heart is yours... until the day I depart I watched your smiles, your cries and I watched you grow-up until yesterday whatâs so hard? one day you will all go I will give my permission I can not think you are all gone... my love is true remember at what age you are where ever you are... that is going to be only me waiting! every night when I go to bed cuddling my pillows my years are captive inside the wardrobe/inside the wine glass the windows of my eyes still watching the open corridors Ravelâs Bolero still echoes in my ears when I was young how I used to run... I am old now Hey! But I can dance without stopping till dawn I donât care... nursery/crèche/primary school/my school runs are all gone with a smile on my face I walked to the off-license bought my wine on the way back puffed my tobacco I didnât care about the World... my children say: my shoes are black! GĂźnsel Djemal 4/1/2010 Randisbourne Gardens-London
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