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Morning of spring, Evening of fall, The quiet light, Not so dark, Not so bright, Not so hot, not so cold, Like the faces we see With forgotten names. Vague memories of passing people In the painful cold of winter, In the suffering heat of summer. It is the very good And very bad That we best remember, Not the not so good, Nor the not so bad. Written December 17th, 2001 © on Dec 17 2001 01:19 PM PST, same as above 0 • 10
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"Morning of spring,..."