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My Golden Book of MemoriesI open the golden gilded pages of the dusty book of remembrance. A great sense of warm melancholy overtakes my heart, as I recall every event of our lives together. All those hard times and every triumph we shared float like ghosts through my mind. I remember that fateful day that put us in the road to the death of our marriage,and those terrible days, after the loss of our only child. The painfulness of it all is just too much for my heart to bear, so I sadly close that golden book vowing to never open it again. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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