Those Little Things
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Jayne Louise Davies
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Wild flowers grew where we once played,
The mountain side was our place,
We sat for hours beneath the sun,
That shone upon that lovely space.
For every moment heaven sent,
Lived with joy each passing day,
For time back then so happily spent,
A precious moment in every way.
Those little things are always missed,
For, no others can replace them now
Those splendid flowers soft, sun kissed
That morning dew that graced the ground.
Jayne Louise Davies
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