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Thoughts.




Thoughts go a wandering away in the night.

Of love lost & victorys gained.

Quiet sunsets , sweet starry nights.

Music remembered in the days of our youth.

Still the more I remember the more I want !

So more I will make,even if the days grow short.

For what are we really without our sweet thoughts.






poem by greg dritschel®