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Daily Archives: March 5, 2003
Coffee Spoons
Little by little, life goes on Minute after minute, and then it’s gone A brief bit of essence to work upon Like a fog lingering on the lawn Little by little, life it grows Hour by hour, it never slows … Continue reading →
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Tagged daily poems, dying, living, The Lovesong of J Alfred Prufrock, TS Eliot
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