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Hey everyone. Just a little update for you. Today I met for the first time my mrs nan who is Private John Edward Dunn's widowed wife. What an incredible lady!.
I woke up to the sound of music, But not that of which I'd like to hear, Church bells. Chiming a sad tune for poor Grandpa Tim's funeral.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.
She sat in a corner Where the dust was building high, She'd seen a lot of days and nights come passing by, The only light that shone was from one window in the room, Everything else around her was...
"Idle hands are work for the devil," my grandfather used to say.
Many years ago A little girl walked Sand squishing between her toes In the corner Of her baby blues A pebble so fine caught her eye It was smooth Bright flecks of gold Glistened in her soft...
We had a baby. Called him James. Ten fingers, toes. Two eyes, a nose. No hair like Dad. Now gone to dust. They shared a name. Me, them, us. I took his first. for secret second. Reminds me I'm.
I had just downloaded an MP3 from the Internet. There it sat on my computer. Just a bunch of bits and bytes. If something happened to my computer, I guess it would be lost forever.