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Sometimes it's hard to let go

The days pass like numbers on a broken slate Two times a name and four times a person In an instant it's at large Pale moonlight gives it a sma..

I was sitting up late one night remembering a dream I had of my great-grandmother, and how she had cherished the house her husband had built for her.

Jumbled thoughts of love

Just a poem I wrote that I hope many if not all can relate to...

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