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Sheila B.

Did you write this lovely poem? Some how I think you did....

I greatly enjoy all of the poetry you post on your blog...and I pass it on to others...who pass it on to others...and on your efforts go...much appreciated by many!

Thank you so very much!

Sheila B.


Sheila, that is so sweet of you. Yes, I did write it. Thank you. Now, come and see us! We miss you. - Kelli


This is an absolutely haunting poem.
Everytime I read it I am moved beyond words, through time.
The photograph is perfect with it.

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