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When i grow old

When i grow old i will be glad of the five braw weans im blessed to have Gordon my oldest wise for his years Kelly shes bolder but inside theres tears Ashly my nightmare but i love her to bits Sean has a laugh that has me in fits Natasha the baby the wee cuty pie I hope when she's older she gets a good guy they are all so good looking no one can deny and their all the apple of this mothers eye

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Date: 8/31/2011 6:38:00 PM
You are fortunate to have them and I'm sure they will care for you and never leave you wanting. Lovely poem
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Kate Mcnaughton
Date: 9/5/2011 5:49:00 AM
Thankyou Sidney, i adore them all, and my five beautiful grandchildren to. :-))
Date: 10/22/2009 5:08:00 AM
Lovely poem Kate, this one is a favorite. Pam
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Date: 9/25/2009 9:01:00 AM
That they are dear...you are truly blessed and this is evident that they are each the apple of your eye......The Southern Belle
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Date: 9/24/2009 4:30:00 PM
sound like a nice family, your true treasures. God bless them.
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Date: 9/24/2009 4:21:00 PM
I feel the love of a mother here. Nicely done . Keep writing. Sara
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Date: 9/24/2009 3:52:00 PM
Oh my Kate, you beat me by one. I mirror your words with my 4, lovely warm family poem >> James
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