when i sing she doesn't care;
when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
Death is not extinguishing the light,
it is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
Thinking of you at this sad year end. A lovely poem on Tania's blog.Louise
Dear Louise,Thank you.I saw Tania's blog - absolutely perfect pitch in that poem.Happy New Year to you.Miss W x
Love you hun - Happy New Year.SXX
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