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| Going back to my high school years, is really the beginning of my life. At sixteen years of age, thought I found and married forever. That did not happen, even when I honor the vowels of marriage. Two years later, after the first marriage ended, I took the vowels again. Hoping in my heart that it would be for the rest of my life. Then twenty eight years later, in my early fifties, he was gone. All the hurt shattered my life, it has never been the same. I have let go of him, but all the loving memories remain. Still wondering why, four years later, you sent me these roses, favorite ones. Guess I know in my heart that you, really never will forget me. So, thank you for the elegant red roses, that I cherish so, hoping no more tear's ~Know It Is Over~ |
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| TrueWords (c) B.Armstrong, Mar-2004 |
| RoomRoses (c) J.Reeves-From My CD |
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