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May 2015
I am one of them that walks
Along a country path and bends
From time to time, now and then
To pick a flower and to muse upon
Love's sorrow.Β Β Is that my Church?
It is all II can claim for us and thus
So I would have it so that if it be
Love it would be as freely won.


Mom: It seems like only yesterday.
Written by
David Bernard Scully  75/M/South Florida
(75/M/South Florida)   
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