It is too trite
to write
about love.
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- RUTH
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- I am a mother, of H & K, two girls born in 2003, and a couple of borrowed boys B and J. I like it when people comment.
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1 comment:
I came up with this a long time ago and I am fond of it.
When I get round to re-finding it I will post my favourite poem that I've written.
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