Sunday, April 19, 2015
Under The Mountain, Over The Hill Comments
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Once I was a young man, now I am old.
I once yearned for wintry for hot was in my blood.
Now I yearn for spring, for oft I seem grow cold.
Aye the sun south warm an old man's bones.
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7/21/2025 12:12:37 PM # 1.0.0
Growing wise with God's will is always wonderful in poem shared really. Nice drafting.