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Poems from the House of Memory – 2
“Once, we walked with tin cans to the small dairy for milk.” Thus begins this buttery, poignant poem from the farm, or the heart.
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“Once, we walked with tin cans to the small dairy for milk.” Thus begins this buttery, poignant poem from the farm, or the heart.