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First Love

We played together when we were babies She sat by my side in class Always getting me into trouble Because she had a giggly laugh that made me laugh. Whenever we played hide and seek We were always the first to be found She would giggle as I kissed her cheek ''Oh'' how I loved that sound. Then the government shut the coalmine miners needed any work they could get that earned them pay So Mary Ann and her family Moved many miles away . Only when She'd gone did I realise Mary Ann was my first love and the love you feel for your first love Never really dies . I missed her through my childhood Then right through my teens Though every night she came to me A vision in my dreams . I would remember her laughter and all the tears we cried I knew my feelings for my first love Had never really died . Children grow up quickly A boy became a man A job to do , A home to build A whole new life to plan Though in my quiet moments With the sun setting in the skies I still knew that the love for your first love Never really dies . It was on a trip to Galway Bay On Irelands beautiful shore When the good lord took me by the hand To lead me through the bar's open door Listening to the Irish music Sipping at my beer That unmistakeable giggle Came rushing to my ear . She's a little rounder now A wife and a mother of four She's married to a wonderful Irish guy One of the nicest people I've ever met Mary Ann and I discussed the times Neither one of us could forget She loves her man so very much and we've promised to keep in touch but it felt so good to be recognised and I saw the love within her eyes Delighted when she told me The love for your first love Never really dies .

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Date: 2/27/2014 8:15:00 AM
Dear Darren, My heart flips. I love the ending, not that same old stuff where the old soul mates get together again. MOre true to life. Here I sit remembering. Ahhh. love, Kathy
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Darren Watson
Date: 2/27/2014 9:56:00 AM
This was based on a girl I used to play with , When she started laughing , She laughed until she cried , I used to start laughing too , Many times I had no idea why , lol
Date: 2/26/2014 2:34:00 PM
Oh...this is SO SO true...You wrote this so well...that last line of each stanza....emphasized that way...yes. I've written on this too...Immortal...How sweet his is. :)
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Darren Watson
Date: 2/26/2014 3:01:00 PM
Thank you Eileen . You are too kind , I promise to drop by very soon .
Date: 2/25/2014 5:34:00 PM
This is a great story Darren
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Darren Watson
Date: 2/25/2014 11:17:00 PM
Thank you Tim I enjoyed writing it .
Date: 2/25/2014 4:16:00 PM
wow what a fabulous story really enjoyed the poem from beginning to end Jan x Am off to Dublin in April cant wait :-)
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Darren Watson
Date: 2/25/2014 4:28:00 PM
Thank you Jan . Wonderful place , Wonderful people , Be ready to party.

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