--Every year it happens as the days slowly pass. The clock turns and we hopefully learn from those moments known as the past.
--On certain days we gather round the table full, to pay homage to those tender moments held so dear.
--the great exchange is made as we celebrate, oh what a sight to see.
--Unfortunately sometimes in our celebrating we miss a few and this is kind of sad.
--But I’m sure somewhere there's a smiling crowd looking on, and their smiling to. For there’s power in the love of a table full paying homage to a day held so dear....
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