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Dec 4
The grass outside filled with dew,
Reflects the natures view,
Kids playing wild and free,
Praying you can always see.

Memories come and go,
But try to let them flow,
So one day you’ll look back,
And see a life filled with joy, without lack.
Mira
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Mira  F
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