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Of love and things that used to be, thoughts and dreams of you and me. Did they fade to the past to a place they will not last? Memories of a time gone by bringing tears to make me cry. Inside of me a quiet, still, smile that I can cherish for a while. Now I close my eyes in final sleep, knowing my memories will always keep.
Wayne Bowen
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Tuesday, February 09, 2010 |
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Tuesday, February 09, 2010 |
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