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By jo petty Submitted by aparajita Date: 2003 Mar 06 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.06.19.55.20857]] |
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Let me grow lovely, growing old- So many fine things do: Lace and ivory and gold And silks need not be new. There is healing in old trees, Old streets a glamor hold. Why may not I, as well as these, Grow lovely, growing old? |