Think I’ll kick off my boots and enjoy a cuppa joe and sit here for a spell and dream … 
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my dreams are simple enough
i reckon i don’t need much
just my loved ones near
and the feel of your touch
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these are the things
that down through the years
i’ve come to hold more and more dear
it’s become so very clear
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when the last curtain falls
in those final waning hours
as i look back through the years
it’s the little things i’ve found
that i hold most dear …
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~ poem “Down Through the Years” by Michael Traveler, author/poet
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Nelle's journey 