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amy turning ninety...it can't be true they say that you are ninety years alive... your mind so quick your heart in tick forever on the strive... plugged into life a loving wife a chuckle on the boil... your memories strong each day in song relaxed away from toil... cheeky bright framed in white a special stately style... your diamond eyes words so wise sparkle into smile... take each day have your say all the trouble shove... sweet lady dear we wish you cheer each day alive with love... Joy Weare. 3rd December, 2006. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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