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May 2013
Time passes, Things change.
Nothing, it seems, remains the same.
Except, of course,
your stone hard heart-
The unmoved mover,
Alone, apart.
For so it has been-
and so it remains-
as things pass
as Times change.
Based on a chance comment from Don Hendly of the Eagles
John F McCullagh
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John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
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