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It was a long time
Not all the years were good
Battles fought and won
A life sometimes in much solitude
A book to keep her mind
A spot to sit and read
A blanket of Egyptian cotton to warm her
Never was I distracted
There should have been more time
She slipped away quietly Monday morning
I should have been THERE.
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 8:02 PM UTC
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It was a long time
Not all the years were good
Battles fought and won
A life sometimes in much solitude
A book to keep her mind
A spot to sit and read
A blanket of Egyptian cotton to warm her
Never was I distracted
There should have been more time
She slipped away quietly Monday morning
I should have been THERE.
For Ma
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