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Zena

Friday, February 10, 2012

The Play 1968
1968 was a momentous year
For a 13 year old.
Who knew the world around me
Was changing too.
Growing pains
Fashion change
New ideas
Old habits
Throwing off times
That no longer fit
Embracing passion
And adventure
Seeing into the future
With a nod to the past.
Circling the moon
And coming home.

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