Jun 2021
The clock no longer chimes.
The dinner bell no longer rings.
These sounds on which I so
depend
have
gone.
Your place is in the grave
with flowe#sΘ00rs down u ND er
A ND unanswered prayersΒ’.
Caroline Shank
The dinner bell no longer rings.
These sounds on which I so
depend
have
gone.
Your place is in the grave
with flowe#sΘ00rs down u ND er
A ND unanswered prayersΒ’.
Caroline Shank
(76/F/Wisconsin)
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