Monday, May 16, 2016

My Love Was Young Comments

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My love was young, and now is not so gleaming,
There's nothing keen as Time to douse a fire.
My love was Spring, but now in Summer greening,
I'm running out of new things to admire.
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Ollie Slaney
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