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These few hours that are mine to keep remind me that nobody will regret my passing - no fond family will weep. Some friends will think of me and then forget. I am no loss, unless, perhaps, to England, her fields and farms and winding country lanes, her rivers and her heather-covered moorland where wild ponies gallop in the rains.
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
These Few Hours
These few hours that are mine to keep remind me that nobody will regret my passing - no fond family will weep. Some friends will think of me and then forget. I am no loss, unless, perhaps, to England, her fields and farms and winding country lanes, her rivers and her heather-covered moorland where wild ponies gallop in the rains.
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
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