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A sampling of some of the 1,000 poems I've written in my lifetime
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First Love
It came on errant wings,
Yet like a whisper on the wind,
New and strange,
Yet expected,
As of a prophesy.
It stayed but a short time,
But seemed forever,
Of sweetness pure
Yet selfish
As of precious jewels.
Then was gone evermore
But yet remembered
As of a dream,
Yet fresh as flowers
With each new spring.
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Memories
How sweet the strains of memory
Long after deeds are done;
How stilted now the victory
After the battle's one.
The sands of time never change
Washed by faceess tide,
Until the light of second sight
Makes the memory dyed.
Walk along the beach, my friend,
And listen to the tide,
But never use the past
As a place to hide.
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