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Longing For Belgium
she speaks slow, deliberate words of reflection:
the rich, black soil,
back in the old country.
my grandmother longs for pieces of Belgium,
as she works her hands in the thin, sandy ..........
the rich, black soil,
back in the old country.
my grandmother longs for pieces of Belgium,
as she works her hands in the thin, sandy ..........
Autumn Rose
Born in the spring,
Daughter of summer,
You make us smile even in slumber.
We were tired and cold,
Then you bloomed with all your glory and so bold.
I hold you in my arms so ..........
Born in the spring,
Daughter of summer,
You make us smile even in slumber.
We were tired and cold,
Then you bloomed with all your glory and so bold.
I hold you in my arms so ..........
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Golden Modesta
this is the story that will be told
of Modesta Padilla who lived to be 92 years old
She was trustworthy; she never spread any lies.
Her mind was quick; she was very ..........
this is the story that will be told
of Modesta Padilla who lived to be 92 years old
She was trustworthy; she never spread any lies.
Her mind was quick; she was very ..........
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