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The Framing of Frida
The Framing of Fridaby Michael DoyleStains of colors come aliveThese help one to liveWe are happy as we arriveFinding life giving what it has to giveWe run as fast as the breezeThat whisper lessons under backyard treesSome are laughing at … Continue reading →
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