Friday, January 3, 2003
Epitaph For A Darling Lady Comments
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All her hours were yellow sands,
Blown in foolish whorls and tassels;
Slipping warmly through her hands;
Patted into little castles.
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Nina Kolarek
29 January 2015
Leave for her, Dorothy, a red young rose. Then go your way, and save your pity!
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7/19/2025 1:55:37 PM # 1.0.0
Leave for her, Dorothy, a red young rose. Then go your way, and save your pity!