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Dec 2021
standing there with all my kids, and still....There!
The one in the grave, still....apart and we share!
we talk about a lot of funny, laugh  and all get still,
because the memories we have, does not... cannot fill!
The one place in our hearts, we are going, forward, a step at a time
but sometimes, we remember and the path does not rhyme!
Written by
michele sandra moss  breda the Netherlands
(breda the Netherlands)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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