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Our Bench
Our Bench.
I sit on the bench we sat on.
On our treasured weekly walk.
I sit alone at one with nature.
As always it is to you, I talk.
I remember the dreams we had.
Sitting lovingly hand in hand.
Together with you by my side.
We would find the promised land.
It delivers to us peace and love.
Filling both our hearts with joy.
On the deliverance of the...
Tuesday 26th November 2024 9:55 pm
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