A Happy Man
J
James McLain
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Through the sands of time the test,
each face I've touched before.
Married thoughts as two now one,
the past has carried off again.
The cold north wind it blows right through,
and glazed the surface of thine eye's.
However summer left off of,
green grass, tall trees and bushes full of dreams.
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