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| Life is a scrapbook, torn and old In which our little lives are told, And when the twilight shadows fall This is the sweetest thing of all; To turn the pages of the years, Remembering with happy tears The faithful love, the perfect friend... These things are treasured to the end. |
| It's important for my family to see that they mean the world to me. I created this special book with a warm and loving touch, so that they will always know I love them very much! |
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| This book is like a comforter, A quilt with many parts, A keeper of our memories, A place to warm our hearts. The fabric is life's events, Those things we want to keep. The programs, stubs and photographs placed here -- not in a heap! The scraps all stitched together, Held fast with love and care, Create a family legacy, Gift for all to share. |
| Scrapbooking Poetry |