Thanksgiving, 1996. by Grace Christine Doucette, my Mom. Share this: Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email More Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like Loading... Related
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Thank you so much for liking my poem Christmas Isn’t Christmast on WordMusic. Happy holidays to you and yours.
Brent Kincaid
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Thank you so much for liking my poem Wee House on WordMusic. It holds a dear place in my heart as it is a story of my childhood, and when wonderful people like you enjoy it, I feel rewarded. Happy Holidays to you and yours.
Brent Kincaid
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Nice to meet you and Happy Holidays to you too! Jeanne Marie
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Lovely. 😀
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Thank you. I just love that I have so much of my mom’s writing tucked away, XO
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Lovely.
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Thank you! I love my mom’s writing. XO
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