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Visiting Frazier Ranch I went out to visit at the ranch today, And oh, it was beautiful, as always. I was greeted with a hug and a smile, We sat in the living room and talked awhile. The leaves on the avocado trees were green, And in the distance the river I could see, The hummingbird feeders were all empty, The sweet little birds, where could they be? I missed my friend Lilly, she died last year, But my friend Elton I still hold dear. Like a daughter I have been to them, My little Grandmother’s dear old friends The ranch has been like my second home Since my Grandmother left me alone. But I know that this lifestyle someday will end When I lose Elton, my dear old friend. So I will visit as often as I can And save memories of these dear friends. I went out to the ranch today, It’s a bit of my life slowly slipping away.
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