melle-belle's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 72 and sunny Beautiful days were plentiful in childhood and now, now weekends are rainy and overcast. Workdays are clear, with warm breezes. Workdays are bright; they're glorious. A wasted beautiful day was no great tragedy, in youth. Slowly though, there is a realization that my number of beautiful days on the planet are finite. 1:35 p.m. - 2008-04-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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