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Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Poem for April 10
For every step I take, one more moment yet to know,
A heartstring left to pluck, from neath thow yonder bough,
Memories can’t suppress, what someday will nere be,
For this was only love I yearned,
Will nere see.
The Resident Curmudgeon
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