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| MEMORIES Memories slip and slide through the shadowy, silvery cobwebs in my mind. Pieces of thoughts are stuck on the gossamer glue of the filaments spun by the barbed wire paths of growing up. |
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| Sue Neufarth Howard | ||||
| MEMORIES Memories slip and slide through the shadowy, silvery cobwebs in my mind. Pieces of thoughts are stuck on the gossamer glue of the filaments spun by the barbed wire paths of growing up. |
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