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I thought, perhaps
that next summer
we'd stop by and
maybe spend the night -

There would be children
to introduce
and Bread
to be broken

And we'd all laugh
about our stories
while I pretended
that I was your peer

I always thought
that there was time
but all our time
is gone.

Nancy Kailey Thorne (1949 – 2004)
Requiescat in pace