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Happy Easter, Pappy
It’s been seven years since you died on Mother’s Day. Mother’s Day and Easter were your favorite holidays. Being in the garden with your fam...

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A bitter wind blew through the land And screams of rage could be heard From every corner of the sky, Echoing throughout all of the Earth. Th...
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T’was on the distant mountain Past the gate of The Three Graces Where the wild forsythia blooms, An old crone sat On a green mossy stone Con...
4 comments:
Your blog just gets better and better. Wonderful stuff. What a gift!
Thank you RS, I'm very glad you are enjoying it.
perfect metaphor for these times!
qualcosa di bello, so true...
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