How many sunsets, how many full moons?
Faces in the clouds, in the month of june.
How many fair winds, will blow my way?
How long will it be, until I can't stay?
How many sunrises, will my eyes behold?
How many long winters, with the wind blowing cold?
How many Aprils with the gentle spring rain?
How many moons, will my eyes see wane?
(7/21/11-Alton Texas)
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ah yes, things we all come to wonder, sooner or later. well said my friend.