Monday, March 28, 2005

Fire and Ice

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Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also greatAnd would suffice.
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Robert Frost

Sixteen years.

i remember some bits...not very clear..but cherished for sure...

i remember a pic...a eight year old girl...an eight year old boy...a ten year old boy...

i remember the frock...its not very clear though...i remember a pink shirt.....

i remember all three kids showing their teeth as they say cheese to get clicked...

i remember our garden...i remember the roses....

i remember trying to learn to ride a bicycle...i remember falling....

i remember getting up...i remember falling again....

i remember learning how to ride a bicycle...!!

i remember making little houses in the sand...

i rememeber shaking my own hands from across my li'l sand castle...

i remember playing hide and seek ....

after sixteen years................

i remember...and i smile..