"Pictures"
Seeing pictures of the past, Bring pleasant memories. How quickly we find, does time pass, As we look back at these. All them gathered in a book, Cherished there by all. Pictures taken at a brook, Or by a water fall. Pictures of Dear One's we Loved, Those many years ago. Some's been taken up above, Others with us grow. Older, and we still enjoy, These pictures of the past. For memories of by gone days, Are memories that last.
E. H. Coe. 1974
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