| Forever 22 |
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He was only twenty two, When the Lord called him home; Forever to live in memory ... Yet, never more to roam.
It's like the clock stopped ticking.
I have some special memories
My heart cries loud, inside. |
| © 2002 by Claytia Doran |
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