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Old love, I say is the best love
Look and see my Dove
Do we fit like a glove?
Loving and growing old
Only it's not easy to do I'm told
Voices in my head said beware, but I'm sold
Each day he shows me he loves me, he's gold.
About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
Retired, working part-time as a Native American culture consultant. I have an MSE, and an ABD. I write on Vocal, and Facebook. Poetry, non-fiction mostly, and working on fiction. Wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother.
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