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A Poem by Drea
An ode to my eldest on his first Valentines Day
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A Poem by Drea
An ode to my second son when he was but a bundle in my hands on his first Celebration of Saint Valentine's Day.
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A Poem by Drea
Suturing the wounds of the past
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A Poem by Drea
Sometimes the ride is not what we thought; nor is the destination
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