It was my place to sit
Every day, even if the rain did spit
Sit and ponder
And maybe wonder
What happened to those weary years
When you’d sit with me
Yakking and buzzing like a busy bee
Never quiet, how you did annoy
But, Bobby, you were the sweetest boy
crispina kemp 
Very nice and romantic
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Thank you. Yeah, I was thinking childhood sweethearts
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❤️
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🙏😘
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Sounds like a mother’s cherished memories to me. I’m not a mother though, in the conventional sense, so I could be wrong. Beautifully said either way.
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Although I was thinking of sweethearts, it could equally be a memory of a child. Thank you
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Aww, so sweet 🥹
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Thank you, Sadje. Sweet is a rarity for me
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You’re most welcome
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🙏💖
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Awww… that is just lovely and a tad bittersweet.
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Dale, you should know me by now, I can’t do straight sweet, it has to be bittersweet!
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Of course. Though you have been known to drop your guard on occasion 😉
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On occasion. The exception that proves the rule?
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😉
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Lovely!
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Thank you, Frank
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A touching and nostalgic piece Crispina.
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Thank you. Not my usual style
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So lovely. Beautiful take, Crispina.
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Thank you, Indira 🙏🥰
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