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Poetry You got in the way (A Caregiver's respite) Your memories have long since gone away Still, I wait for you to say Through shadows o...
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The garden is almost ready for the vegetables. In the past two weeks, we added steer manure and some of our compost. Today, I laid the... -
The poppies march and paint the breeze With golden trumpet bells, pointing to the sky. They present their fanfare as geese fly low O...