The collection of old frames,
Some in silver and some in gold,
Each has a wonderful story to be told.
The frames have a hundred faces,
A number of family members,
From over the decades gone,
From the old to the newly born.
We look at the never-ending line
Of countless small and big photo-frames,
So many people, so many lives, so many names.
They look at us and th…
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