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leave me the scars
the telling of trials
a time on the pastures beyond
a quarter of worry
a half cup of whiskey
and someone who knows
the ways I have come
surrenders my name
without e’er a thought
for keeping my best
together tonight
graces retracing me
might I belong
as one to the map
was ink to your hands
. . .

“leave me the scars
the telling of trials”
for they tell of roads I traveled far
memories between the miles….
I always feel your words….
Love this and You Bobbie
Take Care…You Matter…
)0(
always…
me
….and always, my words are blessed to find a place in your heart, Maryrose. Thank you, dear friend. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
The flow, my dear, the flow! Heavenly crispness! I wanted it to go on and on! *bow to you*
Love & Best wishes
Tanumoy
Thank you so much, Tanumoy. Your kindness warms my weary words. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Always and forever then shall I provide the warmth… 🙂
Always a pleasure to embrace your words!!!
….and always a pleasure to be embraced, dear Wendell……. Love to you, my sweet dear friend. ~ Bobbie