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Author Name: FreeBipolar_Bliss_180 3 Comments
Date Added: October 17, 2008 08:10:09 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Category: Dedications Add To Favorites | Text Only
Saying Goodbye
Can I Go Back In Time?
& See Your Face Just One More Time....
Can I Go Back To My Graduation Day?
& Listen To You Tell Me, How Proud You Are...
Can I Go Back To The Day That You Walked Outta My Life?
& Tell You Again That I Love You...
Can I Go Back To All The Times I Told You I Hated You?
& Tell You I'm Sorry...
Can I Go Back In Time?
& Just Tell You What You Mean To Me...
Can I Go Back & Make God Not Take You?
& Tell You, You Can't Leave Me...
Can I Go Back & Listen To What You Said?
& Take The Advice Wisely...
Can I Go Back In Time?
& Tell You, That I'm Never Saying Goodbye.
Grandma & new baby hands by Debb Walker Photography.
Author's Notes:
(Picture Found On Flickr)
Deciated To My GrandMother.
RIP Grandma...You Mean So Much..It's Almost Been A Year..(10-22-07) and I'm Still Never Saying Goodbye..
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Comment By: FreeGothic Angel on October 17, 2008 11:05:15 AM Report
awe babe gurl, i love it!!!!!!
Comment By: FreeAntony Frank on October 17, 2008 10:36:52 AM Report
Absolutely brilliant... My Grandmother meant the world to me too.  Love this one, into favourites.



Comment By: FreeCourtney Lynn on October 17, 2008 10:26:31 AM Report
I loved that... My Grandfather died when I was three months old. But the scarry thing is I can remember him holding me. And I can smell the oil and sawdust on his clothes when I'm really sad. It's very strange but my Grandmother says that it's "God's way of letting me my Grandpa is part of me" (She believes in God) But anywho... I liked that.




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