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12/01/23 at 10:46PM
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Life Stories - Memories
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Last night I espied
the moon in its glory.
Peeking through trees
jumbled up branches,
which breaks up the view.
Why does my mind,
have a memory of you"
Are you my light,
the brightest of stars?
No matter what happened,
I'll know who you are.
You are in Memory Care,
and my tears are at war.
