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The Seven Ages
In our innocence, as babies, we sleep,
Cradled closely in mother's love so deep.
This great world of wonder yet to behold
A million fascinations are still untold.
This child of learning carries heavy loads,
Whilst choosing future friends and future roads.
He absorbs knowledge like a Kalymnos sponge.
Opinions consumed, no notion expunged
This lover takes the s...
Thursday 27th July 2023 3:40 pm
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