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You brought home peaches today, in a small woven basket that smelt like sunshine. I told you I'd make peach cobbler with them. And when I went to get the pie pan out but there was already cobbler there. I turned to you confused and you Smiled a sad smile Took my hand in yours and lead me to my rocking chair. Told me that I looked beautiful today- that you loved me. I laughed a little laugh, I'm sorry sir, you are kind, but we just met! Again you smiled your sad smile, took my left hand in yours, We've been married for 46 years You brought home peaches today, in a small woven basket that smelt like sunshine. I told you I'd make peach cobbler with them. And when I went to get the pie pan out but there was already cobbler there.
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May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
Sunshine Cobbler
You brought home peaches today, in a small woven basket that smelt like sunshine. I told you I'd make peach cobbler with them. And when I went to get the pie pan out but there was already cobbler there. I turned to you confused and you Smiled a sad smile Took my hand in yours and lead me to my rocking chair. Told me that I looked beautiful today- that you loved me. I laughed a little laugh, I'm sorry sir, you are kind, but we just met! Again you smiled your sad smile, took my left hand in yours, We've been married for 46 years You brought home peaches today, in a small woven basket that smelt like sunshine. I told you I'd make peach cobbler with them. And when I went to get the pie pan out but there was already cobbler there.
Just a reflection on some family members getting older
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Canadian
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
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