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Oh how the years have come and gone!  Perhaps not always to
our liking, and maybe with some regrets.  And though the
splendour of our youth has passed like the summer wind,
do not fear, love will come again.

Email:  jamenta@yahoo.com

A Poem:

From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither; here am I.

Now - for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart -
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.

Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
I take my endless way.

A. E. Housman:  A Shropshire Lad