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YOU

When I, in solitude, sit and think,

And from your precious memory drink,

I wish my lonely loving cup

Was with your own sweet self filled up.

 

But many a prize with yearning sought

Is often better given than bought,

And wilful passion stays its hand

When pride takes such a stubborn stand.

 

So I think on with you in mind

And from your golden image find

Some solace for an aching heart

So cruelly made to play this part.

◄ REMEMBERING RONNIE BARKER

OLD BEFORE HIS TIME ►

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Lynn Dye

Mon 13th Feb 2012 20:13

Enjoyed this very much, agree with Dave's comments.

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M.C. Newberry

Sun 12th Feb 2012 13:37

That's me, Dave. From another age! But still
in there pitching across the years.

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Dave Bradley

Sat 11th Feb 2012 22:33

Well-written and moving, and feels like it has come from another age.

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