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My Legacy

When I am gone what do I expect? Do I want people to miss me? You bet. But not for long. I want them to think fondly Of whatever good I might have done To recall interesting experiences we shared, … Continue reading

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When the tall stranger walked into the room, Susan’s eyes were immediately drawn to his face. Partially hidden by a wide-brimmed Stetson, all she could see was a trim black mustache and a well-formed chin. It was his posture that … Continue reading

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