During this hour, these yesterdays and tomorrowsI go about the day doing little of difference, seems, than
Ever I did.
Walk the dogs, throw hay to horses, tidy the place,
Talk with friends, paint and do my chores as
Ever I did.
But ever before all done in the beautiful cocoon
Of our community of two, now in singled solitude as
Never I did.
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