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Every autumn thereafter, he visited her.
pat yeaman:
Without freedom, his spirit fire died. 5983
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One memory remained, the black skates. 1878
pat yeaman:
Smoke and sadness replaced all beauty.
pat yeaman:
Love clings tightly. I can't breathe.
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Beautiful wife, lovely children, damn proud! 5766
pat yeaman:
Alone time, a distant memory now. 5856
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Will I always come last now? 5780
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Don't even think about it bozo! 5701