Make-Believes Poem by Robert Fuller Murray

Make-Believes

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When I was young and well and glad,
I used to play at being sad;
Now youth and health are fled away,
At being glad I sometimes play.

Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: sad,sometimes
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