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by Geddes Fielder |
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each year beneath the christmas tree for someone who once meant the entire world to me. |
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with us, she left without a word the winds and rains of London town pulled her to the earth. Every year at this time
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is finally done I put her back once more behind the quiet moments we shared in times of yore.. ©Geddes Fielder |
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