Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Pages of Time #298
Pages of Time Honeysuckle sweet the breezes That in time each moment freezes As a child has grown too soon The increments shone in the moon Changes face when changing stages Also is with changing pages Searched for though most found in shade Yet never dark in memories fade. Lighthouse Bob |
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Pages of Time #298
Pages of Time #298
