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Black Ringlets
It seems yesterday the house was full
Nothing seemed beyond our reach
We dashed about with endless brio
Spent days on end at the beach
I recall how you laughed and cried
The endless smiles adorning your face
Years have brought changes to our joy
Now life seems such a different place
I loved your black ringlets
That brightened every day
Your hair grew old as ...
Tuesday 11th August 2020 10:53 am
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