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Jan 2015
There was never one that I loved much more
On this September day.
The ties between our sacred hearts
Done nothing but fall through cracks
The flower bed where I used to lay
Is not the same
Without you
Alisibeth Watkins-miller
Written by
Alisibeth Watkins-miller  West Bloomfield
(West Bloomfield)   
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