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In my sweetest sad memories I slip my hand into Yours Coming down the red bricks steps Of our church.
In my sweetest sad memories I slip my hand into Yours Coming down the red bricks steps Of our churc...
Memory poem about faith, father, and family. My identity. Finding myself.
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