Rosie was terminally ill with cancer. One of the last things we did with her was to go blackberrying.
I know a place
It's not too far
Where we can go and blackberry.
I know a place
So bring a jar
And we will go and blackberry.
I know a place
We'll go in the car
Pull up here
And blackberry.
I know a place
And when I'm gone
You'll think of me there
And blackberries.
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Summer Sun, Winter Rain
PoetryMy Wattpad Debut and a Featured Story. Summer Sun, Winter Rain is a collection of poems from different periods of my life some, happy some sad. There are memories of friends and loved ones loved and lost, recollections of places I've been and thing...
