The Honeymoon Cottage May 30, 2019sandyjwhite About Life, Poetry, Reflection, Relationships Tags: 3LineTales, Poetry, Reflection Photo by Alexej via Unsplash Ravaged by time but still intact Naysayers mocked it would never last Sixty years later they pause and laugh Sonya’s Three Line Tales: Week 174 Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
My folks only made it to 50 before my mom passed away, but my grandparents were close to 60 I think. Love this poem! LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow sixty….unimaginable 👀
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Yes, that would be a very long time!
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Yeah🤩
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My folks only made it to 50 before my mom passed away, but my grandparents were close to 60 I think. Love this poem!
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That’s pretty darn good! My folks only made it to 40 before my dad passed.
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