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Oct 2018
There’ll come a day when I’ll look back
At everyone I’ve ever loved
You’ll be at the forefront
Though so long ago
I still think of you
With fondness and regret
I loved you then
As I will when
It’s my time to go
I often wonder how you are
I get only tidbits
A picture here or there
A memory that flits
Like a butterfly
When we did this or that
When I simply held your hand
Hanging at your flat
Life is full of love
More than I could expect
I love you now, as I did then
As I will when it’s my time to go
Written by
Neville Johnson  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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