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Recollections

Recollections

It is not always easy
to remember
But so much harder
to forget
All those little things
she always did
Like the way she wore
her hair
and drew light upon
her French cigarettes ..

 

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Gwendoline

This one makes the eyes well up Neville. Beautifully sad my friend. You have such a skill for imagery and emotion with your words 
Thanks for sharing 
Gwen x 

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Neville

well, well, well .. you probably can't imagine just how good that makes this old scribe feel Gwen .. I'm sure you know what I mean by that dont'cha ...................... x

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Tony Taylor

Stunningly well painted.....like it was framed....hung on the wall....for memories fond and dark delights to struggle with!!......ALL STARS!!.....wow!!......T xo  : (

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Neville

How extraordinarily spiffing old chap .. all stars does it for this old fella every time .................................... N :) 

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Being Me

It is ALWAYS the little things that get you the most. This is a stunning little poem where the story lies huge between the well worded lines x

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Neville

aint it just .. I mean them darn little thing that get us the most .. bless ya BM and I do mean loads x

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Marion

Such tenderness in a moment recaptured x

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Neville

Sometimes, somethings are simply crying out to be re-captured .. Thanks for noticing Marion x

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