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Not all of his words live on in my being; as I wasn’t aware there’d be a test to revise for. But the ones I have left help me see and give me shelter, so I carry them with care and share them often.
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
You can’t win them all
Not all of his words live on in my being; as I wasn’t aware there’d be a test to revise for. But the ones I have left help me see and give me shelter, so I carry them with care and share them often.
To my lovely Dad who had dementia-related aphasia (an inability to communicate - verbally or by writing) *** Use it or you might lose it lovely poets :-)
liz-o
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
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