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May 2015
As I grow older
And look back in time
I have no regret for all time

I have loved and lost
And loved again
And again

As my life past by
And boy did it fly
But then again

That's Life

Now I had a vision
When a youth
Of being 20 and out of my youth

Now I look on that vision
When no longer a youth
Not past my prime and I hope not my youth

But the turn of an ankle the lift of skirt and I remember my youth
In a way some of Terry Collett's work brought this to mind. Thank you Terry.
Willard Wells
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Willard Wells  Sacramento, CA. USA
(Sacramento, CA. USA)   
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