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Just a bit o fun

in knowing that memories often fail and bruises always fade.. I hoped to save the essence of her, in those places we once played.... N

Tis a Haiku true enough....

one for the kids.. even grown up one's

another one from out of me daughters lunch box... long ago

No bread was harmed during the tasting...

These words are more about self loathing than anything else.. Not my own I hasten to add....honest.. N

Yes.. its a love poem..