Guest guest Posted April 27, 2005 Report Share Posted April 27, 2005 Dear , You truly have the poets gift. I am sitting here with a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye, rememering my own Grandma who also had soft arms. I did not inherit them, but I can see Grandma's feet when I look at my own [she always went barefoot in her apt.]. I hope you are keeping all your poetry in a safe place. Not just the computer--because I know you can lose everything if your hard-drive fails. Love, Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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