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| Fond memory paints scenes of other years, Far in the distant past, Which well reminds me that Old Father Time Is traveling, Oh, so fast. The old home place is there no more ; It has settled down to dust, Which reminds again at some future date With us it will be a Must. Sense and Nonsense in Poetry By Willis L. Tackette |
Friday, July 13, 2012
Memory
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7 comments:
Nice poem and actually hits home.
Cher Sunray Gardens
Lovely thought, and so true. Thanks for sharing.
Sue
Hi Patsy, Thanks for your comment about our kitten! You should have seen her back side push that cereal box around the kitchen this a.m.!!!
Have a very nice weekend. We are finally getting rain.
What a pretty statue!
I really like your photo. The birds really enjoy the water.
Maggie I saw that kitten with the cereal box so cute. I loved the statue and the poem. My daughter bought the place next to where we raised my children, it looks so bad, makes me so sad. I have heard people say you can not top a pine tree and make it live there are about 6 on that place we did over 50 years ago and they are still growing.
Each of these flowers in gold or orange, but since they may be available in other colors make sure to look at the tags when you purchase them.
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