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An old lady speaks
telling stories of her life
we sit and listen
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by Scooj
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An old lady speaks
telling stories of her life
we sit and listen
.
by Scooj
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Tales from her childhood
an old woman remembers
no longer lonely
.
by Scooj
Young child on my knee
fluffy hair tickling my nose
and that sweet skin smell.
by Scooj
It feels like someone else’s lifetime.
Exploring Cornish
rock pools all Summer break; those
were such carefree days.
by Scooj