A poem about revisiting a small corner of the past. A poem about revisiting a small corner of the past.

"Often I like to tread the pathway on memories of yore Where good times flash to the fore." "Often I like to tread the pathway on memories of yore Where good times flash to...

"Not many know The games we play You offer me a blanket to sleep And the next moment you take it awa... "Not many know The games we play You offer me a blanket to sleep And the next mo...

"The bedroom walls are all ears to hear the sound of our laughter. The new television is bothering m... "The bedroom walls are all ears to hear the sound of our laughter. The new telev...

How come your charm, Is so intense, How come your charm, Is so intense,

"They stay with you in the times of need good friends are never carried away be greed" "They stay with you in the times of need good friends are never carried away be ...