Late into the night & the wee small hours
We’d raise our glasses and toast to life
While heaven and earth evoked their powers
We’d deliberate o’er all trouble and strife
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Those wee small hours have been woven into the tapestry
of your memory forever. Your father is there in that place
where clocks have no power.10/10
Warmest regards,
Sandra
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Those wee small hours have been woven into the tapestry of your memory forever. Your father is there in that place where clocks have no power.10/10 Warmest regards, Sandra