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When the Other Shoe Drops
Life was good maybe too good not everyone can say this I know. I had an old two-story house in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia with a large garden. In May the lilacs bloomed and sent perfume through the air. My five apple trees and one pear tree blossomed each sping and made the garden into a with white blossoms carried by the southern breezes like snow in springtime. I had my soul mate and he and I loved each other and we had a wonderful cat named Sid who we both loved a lot. Any problems or complaints? None.
By Rasma Raisters4 years ago in Poets
