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The Misted Pane
I passed by a window
Where an old man smiled
and misted up the dirty pane
Behind his eyes the sadness showed
of every steep & rocky road
He'd had to climb
Next day I thought I'd call on him
And out he came
So pale and thin
-but with that smile
And graceful guile
He said
Son,
in my mind,
I'm as free as a summer breeze
A...
Tuesday 23rd February 2021 12:09 pm
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