By: Ardis E. Parshall - August 17, 2017 More Keepsakes By Bessie Saunders Spencer More keepsakes in my hands, to save,To carry to the attic chestThat opens like a little grave,Where memories rest. On top a baby’s ring of gold,An agate taw, a pocketknife –These are not keepsakes that I hold,But chips of life! (1961) ...
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