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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: 26 Sep 2026 9:07 PM | Viewed: 9104 times

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