Stored in my mind bank,
the memories sneak out–
And wrap themselves around my heart
And warm me in this season of winter.
Ah, yes, my friends . . .
Cherish each precious day.
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Delaware Grammy · From Buckeye Girlie to Delaware Grammy, this is my life
Delaware Grammy 
wrms my heart tooo
Nicely done. Yes precious memories.
I like the words on the plague. All that we have is this very moment.