Absence doesn’t make
The heart grow fonder
We just start to yearn
For what’s over yonder
And so we’re presented
With a question to ponder
Exactly which opportunity
Should we squander?
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Absence doesn’t make
The heart grow fonder
We just start to yearn
For what’s over yonder
And so we’re presented
With a question to ponder
Exactly which opportunity
Should we squander?
I wish life were simpler. the choices clear; so many opportunities to mess up 😦
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Indeed so my friend.
We really should be issued with a manual at birth 😉🖤
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Words worth remembering ❤
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Thank you my friend 🖤
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Nice one! I like the consistent rhyme.
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Ah thank you my friend – you’re very kind! 😁🖤
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Good question!
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😊😊🖤
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