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Dec 2012
The Family**
 
When we were three
(there was a fourth on the way)
he discovered this summer place
in mid-September.
 
(there were brambles in the hedgerows
and it was windy and cold)
 
Later when we were four
and then (an accident) five,
we returned (regularly)
to remind ourselves
who we were,
who we are.
Nigel Morgan
Written by
Nigel Morgan  Wakefield, UK
(Wakefield, UK)   
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   Hilda and Timothy
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