…..
In the autumn of my life,
The world is contemplating strife.
A granddaughter plays blissfully,
Her beaming smile refreshes me.
Where worldly, evil hate’s not rife.
Posted by Ross Mannell on September 18, 2011 in 2. Saturday Centus
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