We had plans to build a summerhouse just there. And farther, by the fence, that's where we buried your dog. Over there we played badminton with Sam and Arthur, when we were all too drunk to hit anything. And on that slope you and I made snow angels, the one time it snowed, just before you left.     I smile when I get feedback. Click the button above and make me happy.   Back to My Poetry Page The Authors Haunt Author Directory The Authors Haunt Library The Authors Haunt Home

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