Lorraine JohnsonApr 15, 20211 min read[37] All Over AgainTo amble over and linger longThat fills my souland warms me wholeAs embers of a passing sunbeckon us to start —all over again.
To amble over and linger longThat fills my souland warms me wholeAs embers of a passing sunbeckon us to start —all over again.
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