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Strangers in the
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by Pam Harazim of East Hampton, CT |
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Come look with me inside this
drawer |
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In this box I've
often seen |
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At the pictures,
black and white, |
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Faces proud, still and serene. |
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I wish I knew these people, |
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These strangers in the box. |
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Their names and all their memories |
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Are lost among my socks. |
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I wonder what their lives were
like. |
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How did they spend their days? |
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What about their special times? |
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I'll never know their ways. |
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If only someone had taken time |
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To tell who,
what, where and when! |
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These faces of my heritage |
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Would come to life again. |
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Could this become the fate |
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Of the pictures we take today? |
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The faces and the memories |
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Someday to be passed away? |
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Take time to save your stories! |
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Seize the opportunity when it
knocks! |
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Or someday you and yours |
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Will be Strangers in the Box. |
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