Fixing What's Wrong With Her
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Where she is it is never silent.
She holds her book up to the window
to read when the lights go out.
By moonlight. By starlight.
It's not sufficient to her needs;
she strains to make out the words.
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posted by tearful dishwasher at 7:39 AM
4 Comments:
my heart goes out to you all.
Jim-
I can always go one more round if you'll only keep being my corner man.
you know i am. bless you, bud.
Tears at this one.
my boat is like yours.
jewel
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