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Aug 30, 2008
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Worry
Why do I worry so, I wish I knew.
As I remember my grandma , thats what she would do.
She would hold her neck with her right hand.
That was the sign she was worried again.
Now she is gone but her memories remain,
as I find myself doing the same thing.
I guess this is inherited through our genes.
Like my grandma passed on to me, I passed on to my kids.
Worry, such a waste of time.
As I remember my grandma , thats what she would do.
She would hold her neck with her right hand.
That was the sign she was worried again.
Now she is gone but her memories remain,
as I find myself doing the same thing.
I guess this is inherited through our genes.
Like my grandma passed on to me, I passed on to my kids.
Worry, such a waste of time.
— Cynthia Henson, Aug 30, 2008
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Critiques
Barbara Writes
17 years 9 months ago
Really nice look back
Cynthia Henson
17 years 9 months ago
Barbara ...
Rett
17 years 9 months ago
mema
Cynthia Henson
17 years 9 months ago
Rett ...
DarkinAZ
17 years 9 months ago
Damn Rett.....
Rett
17 years 8 months ago
Mark I swear I am innocent
DarkinAZ
17 years 8 months ago
Yes,
weirdelf
17 years 9 months ago
so strange inherited things
Cynthia Henson
17 years 9 months ago
LOL ....
themoonman
17 years 9 months ago
Hey... I like country music...
Cynthia Henson
17 years 9 months ago
Richard ......
DarkinAZ
17 years 9 months ago
I love this...
Cynthia Henson
17 years 9 months ago
Mark ...