Dear, sweet, Willow.
Dancing delicately on the river of our hearts
Gracefully sheltering our secrets
our dreams
our sorrows
A hot water bottle in winter
A delicate pillow in summer
A climbing partner in spring
A friend in leaves through autumn
Gentle, caring, loving and bold
Sleep sweetly forever
Under the Old Oak Tree.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Fare thee well, dear friend of old.
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