These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England.
Tuesday, 24 April 2012
Untitled 3 - Poetry by Marjorie H Morgan
When I miss you near
I go to that place
inside of my heart
that you made so dear
with your touch of grace
then we’re no longer apart
Marjorie H Morgan 2012
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