Here I set on my swing
oh the memories it seems to bring
and as I look up at the sky
with a ter in my eye
and all the times you showed you cared
Grandma I rembember
our last December
Memories Of You
We cleared your flat, just you and I
Well you were dead, so couldn't help much with the lifting
But you whispered in my ear, ever so softly
"Keep that," or "that's for so and so."
Memories of James
& catalogued rhinoceros flotsam
boogying down avalanche corners
inducing 17 whippoorwill ...
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