I Wish in the Nursing Home of Your Heart —after Robley Wilson Rebecca Butler I wish in the nursing home of your heart, you would let me be the window where you come to talk and giggle a little. I imagine the faces that you used to make: the wrinkles, that smile, that cute grandma face. Now, we laugh and grin, but it's all through a mask. Our time seems numbered, but how long will this last?
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