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DAYS OF LONG AGO
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A YOUNG POET In the golden days of Autumn,
Spring and summer,
Long ago.
Observation ever present,
Winter time, on coming
snow.
Now matured, all is mellow,
Time of leisure,
We conceive,
Yet unable to remember,
Long ago, days received.
copyright heather burns
Days of long ago are hard to forget, yet memories are easy to remember, a poem that brings us to ponder and remember..nice...