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| everyday i drive past the old bones |
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| that make me think of the dream i saw |
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| in grandma's books |
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| of a big family tilling the soil |
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| and soil of their clan |
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| with loving hands |
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| that do it all |
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| one day at a time |
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| while i still wonder what i will be when i grow up |
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| as i continue to juggle whilst i skip art life family home farm love xo milady Dear ,deep, thoughtful Elisabeth is our hostess this week. Thank you Elisabeth. Everyday i am inspired by my new friends in the world through this challenge. xo |
