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Oct 2020
Yet
So much to say
Yet now is not
The time
No hurting words
Or healing words
Now is not the time
So much to see
Yet now is not
The time
No sunny skies
Or rainy days
Now is not the time
So much to smell
Yet now is not
The time
No warm cooked bread
Or baby's breath
Yet now is not the time
So much to touch
Yet now is the time
A wrinkled hand
And baby's  toes
Now is the time
Written by
Mary Anne Norton
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