Though I generally never walked away from a fight, I am more a lover than a fighter. I wrote this love letter to Sherry Taylor when I was in the first grade while at my grandparents house. My mistake was leaving it behind and my Grandpa Morris finding it. This was in 1961. He folded it and put it in his wallet and carried it until the day he died in April of 1978. My Grandma Morris gave it to me then. It had lost the one corner that is missing and is in very fragile condition. I put it in a frame to help preserve it but scanned it before hand. Complete with dripping blood. This is one Sherry didn't get to add to her collection. Hope Sherry has had a good life wherever she is now. 

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