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| 23-FEB-2007 | Vera Féria |
A CRUMBLING OLD HOUSE
THE CHIMNEY STILL STANDS WHERE THE MEALS WERE PREPARED
I CAN SMELL THE HOT BISCUITS IN THE CRISP WINTER AIR
I CAN HEAR A SWEET VOICE CALLING ME TO COME HOME
FROM THE HILLS AND THE WOODLANDS WHERE I USED TO ROAM.
Dan-Mo
| QUERIDO | 20-Mar-2007 07:06 | |
| Yvonne | 19-Mar-2007 23:34 | |
| Barbara Heide | 19-Mar-2007 19:54 | |
| Paco López | 19-Mar-2007 16:23 | |