Debbie A Stevens Biography

Your feather, my dream
Both found our way to the past
To wonderful days
As that feather touched you
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Up and down goes my heart
My mixed emotions follow
It seems no matter what I do
Still one bigger pill to swallow!
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Arrived into this world on a Wednesday
Somewhere between night and morn’
Smaller than her first
Brown curls just like her mother’s
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If tears could put a fire out
How many lives would we have spared?
Running, screaming, lost in confusion
Desperation everywhere
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Days of noise and laughter
Smoky filled dens
Beers and music
Stories and gossip
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