Sometimes profound, sometimes profane ----You just never know.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
Oh my you didn't lose a furface did you?? If so I am so sorry dearheart....
Jamie: I think this poem is an amazing expression of loss.Cheesy: No sugar--this is for a friend.
It has been a year?Wow...I can not imagine the loss.
Awww, what a sweet tribute.
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He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
Oh my you didn't lose a furface did you?? If so I am so sorry dearheart....
Jamie: I think this poem is an amazing expression of loss.
Cheesy: No sugar--this is for a friend.
It has been a year?
Wow...
I can not imagine the loss.
Awww, what a sweet tribute.
Post a Comment