Tuesday, July 4, 2017

The Fourth



Batter swings, and the summer flies
As I look into my angel's eyes
The song plays on while the moon glows high
Over me, something comes over me...

(The Riddle)

Just because I don't talk about it doesn't mean I don't think about it.


8 comments:

  1. Hari OM
    ...and I love you freely. Blessings to you this day Mary Ann... YAM xx

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  2. I know not a day goes by...

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  3. Wonderful picture. Wonderful Memory! Keep them close in your heart ! There is where we keep our loved ones, always!

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  4. Such a great picture and wonderful memories.
    Those are what help keep us going.

    M : )

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  5. Beautiful!

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

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  6. Every day, I'm sure. (((HUGS)))

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  7. I know you miss him so much.

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