Annacrome
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I'm the widowed mother of a son and a daughter and Grandmother of two beautiful granddaughters and four handsome grandsons. I grew up on a small farm in northeast Tennessee along with my five younger siblings as well as 10 older half siblings. My father was a railroad section foreman and my mother was a homemaker. I have many creative interests as well as writing poetry. I should say that Anna Miller is my maiden name. I married a Daugherty when I was in my thirties.

Joined: August 2021 Last seen: 2 years ago

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The Storm Before the storm, when everything is still, I see the rain descending upon the distant hill. I feel the gentle breezes on my face And see dark clouds surrounding inner space. I hear the distant thunder's rumbling voice, Which makes my very heart and... – *by Anna Daugherty*	19 Views added 2 years ago	Rating

Before the storm, when everything is still,
I see the rain descending upon the distant hill.
I feel the gentle breezes on my face
And see dark clouds surrounding inner space.
I hear the distant thunder's rumbling voice,
Which makes my very heart and...

– by Anna Daugherty

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