Wednesday, November 4, 2009
some days
it’s not enough
to know that
kind words were
once spoken
then we need
to hold in our
hands and hearts
a more substantial
token
1 comment:
Virginia Wieringa
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This is exquisite!!
November 7, 2009 at 12:39 PM
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This is exquisite!!
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