Every time I point my finger, I think of my dear sweet Beverly...
When I see Elliot point her little finger... I think of my dear sweet Beverly...
Every time I see any of Beverly's three children "really" cry, I think of my dear sweet Beverly...
We haven't had many fires outside in the beautiful weather because, I think of my dear sweet Beverly...
Yesterday, when I was enjoying the 3 graceful deer by our home, it caused me to I think of my dear sweet Beverly...
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