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easter-morrigan
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The graceful flowing of her night gown as she walked slowly throughout the house Her hair I would play with when I was a young boy Somehow, she is gone I was there when she stood up in church praising a god who may or may not exist like a religiously fanatic zealot But she was not a fanatic She was full of love and passion The one woman that got me through my childhood with her kind advice and her wise words A sage that I seek now in desperate times. All I can do is wait..and hope to see you again in the beyond RIP Betty Faye Presley (Nana) 1931-2012
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
easter-morrigan
Nana
The graceful flowing of her night gown as she walked slowly throughout the house Her hair I would play with when I was a young boy Somehow, she is gone I was there when she stood up in church praising a god who may or may not exist like a religiously fanatic zealot But she was not a fanatic She was full of love and passion The one woman that got me through my childhood with her kind advice and her wise words A sage that I seek now in desperate times. All I can do is wait..and hope to see you again in the beyond RIP Betty Faye Presley (Nana) 1931-2012
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