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Strangers in the box Come look with me inside this darwer, In the box I often Seen, At the pictures black and white, Faces proud, still, and serene, I wish I knew the people, These strangers in the box, Their names and all their memories, Are lost amoung my socks. I wonder what thrir lives were like. How did they spend their days? What about their special times? I;ll know their ways. If only someone had taken time, To tell, who, what, where and when, These faces of my heritage, Would come to life again. Could this become the fate, Of the pictures we take today? The faces and the memories, Some day to pass away? Take time to save your stories, Seize the opportunity when it knocks, Or someday you and yours, Could be atrangers in the box. |
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