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The broken pieces of me, do crumble
Still, I’ve lived a life that’s humble
For years, now, I have kept you grounded
How I did this, I’m astounded
Stomped on, in my younger days
Still, a bit gentler, in many ways
Could have stopped this sudden downfall
Too late now, I’m falling apart, and all
Could you, perhaps, put me back together?
I’m sure it’ll make me feel much better
I watch you shake your head at me
There’s nothing you can do? I see
So, that’s it, my time is done
It’s seems old age, at last, has won.
But thanks for all the memories
The flowers, birds & maple trees
I’ll miss them all, we’ve grown so close
But you’re the one, I’ll miss, the most.
©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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Very nostalgic. Nice. 🙂
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Thank you very much! 😊
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I refuse to let old age win! 😊❤
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Two three letter words that don’t appear in my current vocabulary 😉 💛
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You too? 💛😊
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Oui! 😊💛
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😊💛How
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I don’t know 🤣
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Nor do I. I have no idea why I wrotw that, lol 😊💛
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Well, let’s break it down, shall we? lol
I said Oui, which of course is yes in French
You said How, which of course is Hello in NA
I said I don’t know, which is American for WTH is he talking about?
You said you have no idea, which is normal for you and me LOL 😊💛
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Perfectly penned! ☺💛
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Thank you kindly, Sir Walt ❤ 🙂
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My pleasure Lady D 💛😊
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Lovely
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Thank you very much 🙂
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