A poem
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for a reply,
For unremembered ladies that not again
Will turn to me with a cry.
Thus is the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one bu one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone'
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
Millay 1892-1950
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAWN ANN!!!
Always and All Ways,
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Take Care All
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