Award-winning author of Regency romance, contemporary romantic comedy, novellas. Also serials and short stories for women's magazines, poems for the small press, and anything else that might sell.
They shall grow not old As we that are left grow old Age shall not weary them Nor the years condemn At the going down of the sun And in the morning We will remember them
4 comments:
Such poignant words.
They are, Debs. I don't think there is a better word for them.
Absolutely. I thought about my six little grandsons during the two minute silence and just prayed...
I wore my poppy with pride.
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