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I was writing 90's stories,
How it was, I thought at some point,
On the middle of the page.
It was one of a kind years,
Some things I tried to forget,
Something to remember ... it's still past.
Will be is a must..
And I deleted that 90's page.
Now is one kind years too,
Children are growing up,
And all starts again..
Time for new stories, new ideas, new poems...
That's the life beauty,
It gives you new chance each day...