Like rose petals that have long ago fallen and fastened themselves to the earth,
their essence and luster still lingering, in richness, and in glory...
so it is with these memories I hold so dear.
As the years have passed... I often wonder if you still walk the old path...
do you still think of us?
I'm sure if I were there now,
we would meet , somehow, along the way...
..... along the river where we used to stray.
Gregory
(For Pug)
their essence and luster still lingering, in richness, and in glory...
so it is with these memories I hold so dear.
As the years have passed... I often wonder if you still walk the old path...
do you still think of us?
I'm sure if I were there now,
we would meet , somehow, along the way...
..... along the river where we used to stray.
Gregory
(For Pug)
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