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Welcome to my country kitchen. Won't you come on in? Canary Yellow & LavendarCalico Curtains Laced Lilac Paisley Tablecloth Coffee Perkin ..

S he said "There's the door!" H e said " Okay." E xchanging glances as he grabbed his coat and left. S he ran upstairs to he..

Like a porcelain doll she sits beneath a mighty tree in the center of a stone laid circle an ancient ruins be A young maiden waits a flower in h..

A s the leaves rustle in the wind S ounds of autumn T he crunching of such leaves H ave fallen to the ground E nchanting L ittle children ..

Love letters written long ago On notebook paper instead of fancy stationary Velvet and satin words written to impress me Engraved into my heart of ..

The storms of life break us sometimes When Bobby died We all broke down and cried There is a lot though that we kept inside The twins were born..

H e stands at my side always E ach step of the way S tands at the door T o my heart A nd beckons me to answer Never does he leave my side D e..

a tiny teardrop fell As she recalled the death of her husband so many years ago a tiny teardrop fell As she talked to me she rubbed ..

N ever too old to dream E yes that have faded with time V ibrant once a long time ago E ars that have shut out the noise R eluctant to hear voice..

The return of writer's block strikes Hits you where it hurts with paper and pen Every page has turned to blank again Reach for a pencil or a pen..