by ReaderOfSoulsunknown, Texas, USA
Apr 2011 611 Views 0 comments
Looking Through Mom's Books
Looking through mom's old books
You never know what you'll find;
Perhaps an old pressed Douglas iris,
My mother's favorite kind.
I found a dog-eared page
And wondered whether she ever came back;
A bill of sale for a gelding horse,
His saddle and all his tack.
You never know what you'll find;
Perhaps an old pressed Douglas iris,
My mother's favorite kind.
I found a dog-eared page
And wondered whether she ever came back;
A bill of sale for a gelding horse,
His saddle and all his tack.
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Posted: Apr 2011
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