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Mar 2018
Where my favorite flowers
Rest in a vase.  
And I deal with matters
At a personal pace.

Where I spend winter,
Spring, summer, and fall.
And my favorite pictures
Grace every wall.

And it’s where I recover
When I have been frail—
Where I get all my tweets,
My ‘e’ and ‘snail’ mail.
Written by
walterrean salley  usa
(usa)   
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