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May 2014
This crumbles like
The topping of
Apples.
Apples baked with so much heat and potential.

Children and sugar - one on the same.
Sweet, but too much in this creation.

Marriage was
Dessert to life
But no crumbs are left;

Consumed by young greedy faces.
Rosaline Moray
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Rosaline Moray
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   Margaret
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