Past is past, and if one remembers what one meant to do and never did, is not to have thought to do enough? Like that gather- ing of one each I planned, to gather one of each kind of clover, daisy, paintbrush that grew in that field the cabin stood in and study them one afternoon before they wilted. Past is past. I salute that various field. Submitted by Larry Bole
Added: 29 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 3 May 2016 12:53 AM | Viewed: 7814 times
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