A Mixture Of Memories
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Jayne Louise Davies
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Fresh are the daisies,
That sweet gift from you,
Soft is the grass,
Touched by the dew,
Gentle is the breeze,
That touches my face,
Tender is the night,
In your warm embrace,
Lost is the moment,
As you walk away,
Fine are the memories,
Of that sunny day,
Here to remind me,
As the sun peeps through,
From the grey morning clouds,
Im so missing you.
Jayne Louise Davies
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