We say it is time for a reunion.
But Nobody else seems to want get behind it.
No time for a summer friend
No time for the love you send
Seasons change and so do I
You need not wonder why
-- Guess Who
SALTAIRE38.blogspot.com "In the time of your life--live." That time is short and it doesn't return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, loss, loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition (--Tennesse Williams)
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