Where the weeds have overgrown.A Poem by Raven![]() From my boyhood years, I still recall joyously running through the old back door. In this old home, where once we lived, Our youth now seems like a made-up dream. Yet sadly, all that's left © 2025 RavenAuthor's Note
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Added on October 11, 2016Last Updated on October 27, 2025 |


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