MemoryA Poem by Tate MorganWhat need have I for coins of Gold
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Daughter Aris
_ Son Tate The world has riches rare indeed but shares them only with
a few What
I love is worth so much more they
are recollections of you I
need so few of this worlds goods having
all your thoughts, ways and deeds They
lift my soul to the heavens where
I plant loves garden of seeds Through
your eyes I have seen wonders so
numerous I can't count But oh such beauty none the less before
God I could not recount What
need have I for coins of Gold they
can't buy what your eyes can see My
treasure lie within your smiles stamped
in the mint of Memory © 2010 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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