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The Oval, 1965
It is through events and at gatherings
That the meaning of time is understood.
As we pack together in a huddle,
Time passes us by and yet it connects
And joins us as one, like links in a chain,
When we combine, as indistinct as rain.
Sixty years ago, I was in a crowd,
Some of whom were there sixty years before;
This summer I see some with years ahead.
This cycle con...
Friday 23rd May 2025 9:18 am
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