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My 90-year old Lola |
It must be from the flowers
that endlessly bloom
in your well trimmed garden.
Maybe it's from heaven's answers
to your daily murmurs to God at dawn;
to your daily murmurs to God at dawn;
Or from the quiet satisfaction of looking
at your beautiful assembly of dusty
and cobwebbed memories.
at your beautiful assembly of dusty
and cobwebbed memories.
Wherever it comes from, I hope you tell it everyday.
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