She.

How beautiful would it be, If you remember, That I don’t like milk in my tea. And that my favorite poem Is Donne’s ” The Flea”. And that my whole being has been shaped By my living by the sea. And to bear in mind that Blue Forget-me-nots and Violets

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Mrs.

Time never heals! Time never heals! The wound is still sore After all those years. It still hurts to touch. Never thought the pain Would be that much. “Let go and move on. You can do it, come on” Everybody says. But life goes round, It does not go on. You think

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