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Mar 2018
and in the quiets times
between the ministrations
of those angels called nurse
i sitΒ Β and watch you breathe
pray for your god to bring you comfort
pray for my god to bring me strength
in this quiet love i hope i honour you
i hope i thank you for times
you watched over me and prayed
at mum's bedside...things are simple...
betterdays
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betterdays  F/east coast australia
(F/east coast australia)   
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     Sally A Bayan, L B, ---, CA Guilfoyle and abecedarian
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