Saturday, August 17, 2013

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The summer morning heat and a clear sky,
Starlings fly, I retreat
To a dream that's incomplete --
Old age makes me obsolete

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2 comments:

  1. JinksyAugust 18, 2013 at 12:28 AM

    You managed to make me smile at the same time as giving a sigh of recognition at these sentiments. lol :)

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  2. Jim714August 18, 2013 at 7:20 AM

    Thanks for taking the time to post. I'm happy the poem spoke to you.

    Jim

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