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There is little to me as precious as you,
But still let me try to name a few.
A rose petal touched by morning dew,
The first glimpse of light from sunrise-new.
The smell of the earth just before rain,
The very first sip of vintage champagne.
The memory a well-timed photo took,
The last read page of a very good book.
The Autumn-red leaves on an old maple tree,
The steam from a freshly brewed hot pot of tea.
All little things that make life divine,
But nothing compared to you, Mother of mine.
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Jessie Waddell
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"To die, would be an awfully big adventure"—Peter Pan | Vale Tom Brad
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