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Hospice

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° life has left this sterile white garden bent like a willow, I keen above tenantless beds grieving those roses that once grew here °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°

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Date: 4/17/2018 1:23:00 PM
A sweet tender poem. Lovely, Lycia.
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Lycia Harding
Date: 4/17/2018 2:40:00 PM
Thank you, LG! xoxo