Born in January of thirty-four,
Down Risseeuw Road, the stork did soar.
Her childhood home still stands today,
A witness to memories along the way.
She’s passed that house a thousand times,
Each visit brings nostalgia’s chimes
A waft of scent, a sunset’s hue,
A song that brings the past in view.
In a heartbeat, she’s back once more,
To laughter, tears, and days...
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