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"Where are the days, I can't recall" by Linda Shepard Where are the days, I can't recall, When we were young and dreams were clear? Before the kids and jobs and all The world was yours and mine, my dear. Then fewer dreams, not fully molded, Embracing the future just the same. Together we laughed as life unfolded And cried some too when sorrows came. With deadlines and dates and appointments to keep, Struggles with time for everyone's needs; Schedules unending with too little sleep, Years passed by at lightning speed. Renew the bloom that first we held, reclaim our youthful view! For now you see, despite it all, 'twas love that pulled us through. About the Author 
I have a very active fantasy life which goes into overdrive when I am sleeping. When the kids finally left home I stopped taking things too seriously. I have almost done it all ... and am currently learning to speak three languages (other than English) should I need them in the future.
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