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| notes on A Memoir: dedicated to my grandmother | |||||
| A Memoir no lonliness can compare to the one this house feels now we all mourn and we all grieve for the one who was always there no one can ever replace her love of her nature is truely rare but now she's gone and we must all find some way to carry on as impossible as it seems without the one who held us high and lifted our dreams but that is what we must do live our lives and remember her good deeds and her love we must say goodbye to this woman and never forget her love ~erika boal |
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