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will May 2017
memories,
captured in a moment.
on a single paper,
remembering in the silent,
inks fade, doesn't last forever,
together we are broken,
but we can see it in this small paper,
these happiness and enjoyment.
Saturdays are savored from the warmth of our hearts
Always lit with sunshine even during the storm
They bring delight - sweet smiles from the children
Understood as a time to bring togetherness
Racing onward with our hopes, our dreams, our lives
Delightful hours in picnics, in worship, or at the park
Ageless moments with unnumbered hugs and kisses
Yesterday is gone, but Saturdays ..
Saturdays are to be treasured
the wind
whispers
through the
willows
willingly
Whenever my heart turns sour,
poetry is the filling that makes life sweet again

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